The View

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You wave at me, so silky sweet

And I can't help but lift my fingers

And twiddle along to your dark song.

The sandy edges of your cheeks,

weathered with freckles of young.

I'd love to tread along those bones,

but I fear I'll still be alone--

Teetering on the edge of such splashes.

Your constant motion. 

Never the same. Never different.

 

I wonder what it'd be like to tread those shallow waters.

Walk on the daggers edge. 

Taste sweet ecstasy on the tip top

of the last thing I'll ever do.

 

So I remain here. At the bottom.

Far away from the edge,

far too close to insanity.

 

Oh, I wonder what that tastes like.

The salty sound of a painful truth.

I love you.

 

But I only wonder what it would be like

to trace those solid cheekbones.

Run along your boardwalk brows.

Hide between those dune like lips,

and ride that sharp, kind jawline.

But it's always the same. It's always different. 

 

You wave and I come closer.

Another wave and I'm there.

Then you knock me over with the undercurrent of something I'm not really sure of.

But I know it's dark and angry.

And I know it's bright with beauty.

 

You wouldn't let me drown if I asked you to. 

But you will beg me to come closer

and closer

until I have no choice,

 

but to become a mermaid with no fins.

To become a fish that cannot swim.

To enter a sea that doesn't need

A way to stop. A way to breathe. 

 

Oh, stop taunting me sweetheart.

I won't join you in the dark.

Although my eyes can see the truth,

What I see is nothing new.