I Remember.

A tale of loneliness.

I remember her body in the windy crassly ocean.
Crassly crashing against her loins as snow topped waves served as mountains for her.
Each peak holding tasseled and callused moon beams she saved from child hood.
Pulling them from the velvet lined vinegar maroon box she kept clutched to her breasts in case.
In case,
In case there were a moonless night that swallowed her path, her line, her innocence.
She holds the moonbeams until they burn, until they scream, until she remembers.