KristopherA Poem by Erin LeeFor my perfect seashell.Kristopher
I offer you back to the waves, my son Where you bathe in your father’s eyes - A man too blind to see. I see it, the twirls and hunger Of the ocean. Remembering how he held me - Strong and never blinking. Your three-year-old giggles whisper Of our love. Perfect seashells bobbing To shore, unafraid of high tide. It once sat in his drawer, wet on my scent - Tucked between his shorts. He took it out, As I do you, to smell. I inhale you. His soap and salty sweat No different. Your stocky build mocking The frailty of his courage. I offer you to the moon, my son Where we made love on wicker chairs And slept in a hammock. I see it, twisting under fireworks On a Fourth of July while she worked - Unaware as he made promises. Our six-month-old love affair Hanging in the summer heat, cooled in compare To his kisses and lies. But do not fear, my son. I’ve always been one For ocean swimming. Never afraid of sharks Or jellyfish stings. You take my eyes, my dear And look wide into the sea. Knowing of perfect Seashells and promises kept. I release you to the stars, my boy Where you shall throw back a comet He’ll never catch. And know I’m there. Open hearted. Like the great ocean, wide And yawning big on your love. While he sits On a shore drunk on a lie. And so you take my heart, my son And let it take you places he’d never dream - Swimming strong in his absence. You’ll offer him the waves one day And he won’t recognize your strength - Perfect as a seashell. Perfectly complete. Beware, my son! He’ll say it was insanity And I a mere phase. Like a lovesick tide on eclipse Or a hermit crab set free. He’ll tell you he did not know, promising - His words are empty shells. Not all men, my K, Are made the same. All I ask of you, my son, is take this away: Grow to be a better man. Ride upon the wave. Keep your promises and stay brave. © 2010 Erin LeeReviews
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