Saltings

Not fully fledgeddevoid of life’s banal batteryyou rise on evening cloudsfloat beyond consciousnesswith green flecked eyes.Compare you to the otherssmudged on my doorstepby time’s whimpering.It’s underwater longingmermen glide by flippingin fluid acquiescence.Stroking the hungry hours till dawnwondering if boredom rideson the next crested wave,wiping dry the saltingsleft by your pleasant desire.No urgency in the airgenuflection: smoothness:pale skin whirled into knotted tangles.Life parodies itselfthrows up smokescreen to confusenowhere to hide in the deep sea shuffleof remembered dreamsnights when I replay throbbed tunes.Gentleness rises in foam bubblesfor once I am bemusedcast adrift in soullessness.Paper angels cartwheel, disintegrateare flushed in day to day occurrenceas I ask myself what is the useof easy love?