Waves sleep in tepid murmurs,
planting a kiss of inconsequence on the
shore.
With meek, spindly limbs I hobble
to the vast pool; ebb-tides gracefully
claw,
idly gurgling their call to me. The
sand straps
jesses onto my chubby calves
but still I go
tepid water grins, I grin back with
innocent whims
through brumous skies.
See me bumble further into the spume;
into
sultry,
serpentine
treacle.
But
the waves grow taller
behemoth
beasts squawking, intertwining with
the oozing sun -
Oxygen forgotten and salted reminders,
liquid as thin as air
yet no air is there.
My breaths dance into new,
accipitrine
forms; shrieking and screaming in their
mini-revolution.
When my thoughts drip into nothing but
puddles
- arms find me -
Tug.
Iron-weights around my chest. Air
scampers
down
my
scarred
throat.
Breath again
and life remains, with
my pudgy moon-pie cheeks
and half-lunar grin. Give
me reasons, please – So sad to say
that the breadth of one day
saw my innards dissolve.
When I realised
the water
was sweeter than the shore
