Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.144.252.197

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

he told me he created me 
when he was eight years old - 
a light skinned redhead
and other distinguishing features
which now I can't recall

he said he'd like to meet me 
next lifetime in the sandbox
so that he doesn't miss being 
the love of my life again

it's been four years
and the crystals of that postulate
pour through the hourglass of us
sometimes cutting the edges
and stinging the eyes

at one time, our lot of sand reached so far
as to try and touch the edges of infinity
as we made love, drunkenly in the black
marriage of the sky with the sea 

he said he could see me then -
not like you do with the eyes, but
like when you are a spirit in a vessel
searching through a world of unfamiliar bodies
looking for someone you knew before

there we were, in awe of each other
with the hourglass suspended 
long enough to decide that we were going to
build and destroy castles here together
for at least the next seventy years

and when time started up again
reality hit like the crashing waves
around us, and surrounded us
and put our infinite world back
into a sandbox, threatening to bury us there

the world can play like a storm
of waves against the shores of a life 
eroding what we think is so solid
and it sometimes washes over us
with a flood that we didn't prepare for

and sometimes I'm drowning and alone
wondering if this sandbox that we called home
reaches far enough to bridge
the gulf and the east coast

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required