He struck like a rogue wave On a calm sea Scooping me up Twisting me And turning me Such that I didn’t know which way was up The swirl of our laughter Crowded out any bubbles useful to Follow to the surface I was strewn on the shore Drenched, sputtering and coughing Left to pick …
I’m not trying to Alienate you His voice Singes with Animosity Absent its usual playfulness The rise of his eyebrows Challenges Instead of inquires His liquid brown eyes still lull Even now Swaying me back and forth Like the Gentle Summer swell But the set of his perfect mouth is Hard as marble Miles away …