Skies have fallen since

— Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life — DH Lawrence

Photo by Altınay Dinç on Unsplash

I wish I’d known from the very start
where the sun came from,
eyes can be deceiving in rain,
fountains, rain-corralled, tempt me into sleeping on your neck
to free a servitude of roses, I expect.
In this green bay the rolling sea spies on me, seawater-deep, but not at all clear:
lagoons on tropical Islands are lost on me.
kind of like a fantasy.

I wish you and I had known from the very start
that in our heart of hearts we do not have a way to deal with a watery death;
water is a better class of wound
water rushes from the very beginning
wishes that human hands remained unpolluted by blood.
There is no key to the music box hidden in the secret garden, the door closed, so roses
grow into stories, water dilutes the tears of loved ones, I am simply astonishingly wet, before you even know it, you are watery with the urge to repeat I reach the end of your hand
below this bridge of sighs
on the very verge of doubt,
we laugh