We spread our wings in warm weather and flew
into the salt waves of dusk.
Up to our waists in warm water, our feet were
eaten by the grainy teeth of sand,
till the sun set in a daisy rose and disappeared
into the black horizon
We held each other on the edge of freezing
as the wind blew in an uproar
some how louder in the darkness
There was a trembling that went beyond
the sting of breezes, our bodies a slam
of wetness against the world
Here, it is Autumn and I am still holding
the world at bay and touching
the nothingness that death leaves.
I flung your ashes like dull gray gulls
into the endless hunger of the sea and she threw
a shell onto the beach, pale peach and perfect
but split evenly into halves -
One in my hand, the other caught
in the storm of wild water,
unable to swim against the hard strength
that pulled it under -
caught in a cold force of closure