Organic

Sea foam that rages
below my feet
No
Rather white waves
that weep
Quietly, smoothly, under the undisturbing
glare of the afternoon sun

Night
Until I sought a space
inside
Until this woman whispered her shanti
Until his vulnerable voice followed me
into the dark

The cold cold kiss you stuff in
my face of warmth
Coats, rooftops, hands
We don’t need saving
Prickly sprinkles
as I turn my gaze
outside
There is pollution in the
air that I can smell
But the gravity
pulling down water from the sky
calms the dirty
Quietly, smoothly, under the undisturbing
glare of the morning sun