{M & Meop} [title pending]

Yes, that’s probably it, I’m certain.

One hand washes back out

to sea, washes back out to sea,

while I sit beached, my will the tide

pulling, pooling

infinitely into such metaphors

overly ripe, overly sweet

voluptuous of course and all that.

Yes, I’m probably certain.

I keep a his smile

I keep a his smile

in mind

at nights

at intervals

a his hands

a his disintegrated

body bits

swirling in

brine, my most peaceful

most constant, brine.