“Write about an unrequited love that keeps me awake.”

She walks without slack
loose with wine and sand
roaming by the waves
scratching with the seaweed

she is a hymn from the tumbling tides
The warm and friendly sun hums along.

Once the sands push for the moon 
and the sea curls for more sea
and the clapping wet world comes closer
the sun belly flops – bright to dim

she unhooks her hands 
I search with my steps unkempt 
losing the sandy path 
I struggle to see her now
through my moonlight, 
my hands cold
and I find only a foggy whisper filling my head.

Under my crooked helm I pull
like rain, I draw the echo down
scattering in white splash noise
needling my best heartbeats
like a masterpiece wrapping myself
away from control, sinking in the delta.

Growing and shedding all growls I peel
freshly as a raspberry picked messy
flowing and drumming
blindly red as a baby born
thrown together in the lush.

Back to the start, I crave better
sunshine for our mistakes
fondly, I lie with our eyes
closed with smiles wide
weighing memory by the glimmering distraction
boxing all Pandora black.