Leave your shoes on the shoreTonight the sea is sleeping We lay our shoes by the door Walk me out - slowly Walk me- from the shore You are all laces and silk skins. And trinkling gowns You are pearl flesh like wet flesh How twinkling sounds You are soft and pouring A swell to divide So soft you are shaking, You break with the tide Crash against me harder We are miles away now We are drifting, slowly sinking Into what I've dreamed about Plummeting like stones Fattened in the waves Growing pressure, growing darkness Let us Plummet on for days The moon catches your fall And lines your silver arm We collapse into the floor So deep the waves are calm Wet and bloated sand Let it hold us for a while Let us drown here for a moment Let it hold us for a while Let us drown a little longer. A weightless mirrored fall That feels like it could hold us We could hold us after all salted hands and sunken hips let the moon’s tug guide you pull her in, end, weave begin let her get in side. you Let us, let it, want to hold us Like it is letting us want more Because I will be too cold and tired to hold you on the shore —-------------------------------------- An orbit drags you out Buoyant bodies bobbing up I hold your chest where he has held We rush and bubble to the top Push your head through the surface Splutter up for air Break it like a raw edge Break it like you care Break it like you’re pushing Through the sea’s clenched thigh Then split it like your breaking From the water to the sky And gasp when you arrive Crisp air nose dripping And gasp in her rupture push it fast - rip it —------------------------------------------------ The waves have had enough of us Again or just for now They spit us into light They mangle us - they mangle us Glittered blue bruises Are just sandy wet blots your body wobbles through my fingers so limp it folds itself. We are popped and matted Tumbled limbs stinging drought My chest is bursting with a splutter - But It is numb stuffed, water clogged, pale and shivering It is lying in the light, pulsing bright, head quivering It is lacing up its shoes now and shaking hands goodbye It is I would want, to let us want this But not yet, not now, The tide is far too high.