Soul dips

to horizon

 

beneath

feet current

 

pulses aqua:

 

angel fish

graze skin

 

like striped

ghosts;

 

surf hard

over reef

 

black dots

of humanity

 

pinned;

 

& the waves

keep coming

 

lulling, lulling,

infinity’s curse.

 

Shush shush

shuffle,

 

ocean’s

soporific night

 

tumble:

 

you murmur,

bed strewn

 

with white

frangipani,

 

delicate,

sacred.