The Ocean

Come live with me.

Soft like the precious petals of a flower 

our lips meet.

Your mouth takes me down a path to a garden 

where the sun dangles from a thread in his hand.

Let me pour you a cup of tea.

I want you to teach me how to live.

Our shells are frail

still I see a strength emanating through your skin,

your fingers,

your eyes.

Would you drive me to the ocean?

We live for love, it’s meant to be.

My darling, no more heartaches to kill us anymore,

the second death will be easy.

~for my darling Paul