We cannot see the ocean
or the waves within it.
Blue on blue the water
is beyond our vision.
It slides around the edges.
But sometimes I see it
on your face, rolling all alone.
We cannot see the ocean
or the waves within it.
Blue on blue the water
is beyond our vision.
It slides around the edges.
But sometimes I see it
on your face, rolling all alone.
your theories
seem to come
from outside,
and I wonder
in what ways
you hold them
to yourself;
pasted
on your skin
like diamonds.
