tagNon-Erotic PoetryLa Push: Wept and Windswept

La Push: Wept and Windswept


The sky is stormy -- so is her hair
whipping sea salt and sand
into my face as I'm cradled here
with her, taking in the squall.

It's her eyes, gray and black
that pull me, fill me with her darkness
and I accept the pain that is part of her
as much as mine is part of me.

Growing cold lying on this beach,
numb to the bone, but knowing
everything that drowns me
makes me want to fly ¹, like the scars
that slice her wrists unfetter
her heart, free her to soar the skies.

We both fly like kites, catching the breeze
surfing above the white caps, safe as
they crash the rocks, the wild shoreline,
primordial and beastly, untamed as the sea.

¹ Counting Stars, OneRepublic

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