red

you stood before me
like a gorgeous stone
waiting to be rubbed
or gently tucked away in the depths
of my jeans

it is so:
yes
i do manage to collect these sorts of things

and i asked the sky
oh so quickly
if this were our turn
for what waves seem to do
and she replied with the incoming tied

my grip no longer anchored
i sank within your sand
and felt you climb into my cave
oh so easily

it's beautiful, no? i thought
a place for you, no?

with eyes closed
you answered

it's the red ones i keep
i adorn my entrance with them
: hadn't you noticed when you arrived?

and so with each stone
i collect in your memory
i pray for our grains

that we will continue to
come
and rush

to our shore