Riptide

We've been swept out.

I can't keep kicking.

Along the Shore, shaky kissers turn their backs on an empty night.

They don't know we're out here.

There is a path to walk at the bottom:

a deep aqua almost pink corridor.

there are candle bugs on the floor

round and ripe paving a new horizon.

The ocean breathes with harmonium lungs.

There is a vine of water lilies strong enough to tug

if tugging were a railing made to Grace.

No shoes.

When you saw my eyes had receded

you took them off. 

You took yours off too.

You see things only a few pictures above me

and ahead.

You say we are like the silk now,

lining a soft stone path to the center of the sea.

I believe you.

A winter alto sings like she's lost something.

There is a glow.
Low dissolving notes.