#iridescent.

I believe in the death of emotions

The rising of tides & implosion of stars

The god you meet when you face brick

The rubber-banding of your heart with your back against the wall

Mine is a dark, dark sea

Where the artificial has penetrated 

God looks me in the eyes through a mirror

I beg my lover to sieve sand through the air, hold the wind just right

The tapping of a clock, the incessant pounding of my anxious digit

If the dark, dark sea is mine then I’d be able to reach down

Pluck it off the lips of feathers & save it from digestion