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Rust
A slight metallic taste on your skin,
in the sweat of your body after sex,
took me back in my sleep to the docks
and the inspiration of ships and deep water.
You were with me there, a shadowy figure,
and you led me to where she stood
watching a single-stacker tying up, absent,
eyes fixed on the waterline and the greasy trickle of a bilge.
We didn’t speak, just watched as the elegant iron
rusted slowly in the corruscating sea, rotting
as our love did, beneath sight and out of mind until,
it’s back broken, it sank in some deep.
Waking in the night, I didn’t know what to say.
I doubted you had spoken, knew she wouldn’t listen.
An ocean floor lay about that dark room
and somewhere far above a bell rang, beyond my hearing.
- COMMENTS
buttersover 14 years agoyou know what I love about this? the deeps, the strata, the way you so easily wrap the reader in words that take us places.
as a metaphor, this is an incredibly poignant write.
