white light distracts from the essence of the feeling. i curse after you when i stand in your wake; when i stand in the harbour, meeting the sudden black of water. hair is seaweed. saltwater prison. sky is pulsing violet. veins are knotted up trying not to burst under the cold. you float away, away...

come back for me, don't
know how much longer
i can wait for you
to say hello.

push me closer to the ground,
in all innocence it could be
oblivionwonderfulwinesmoke.
never had anyone fall for me
like the way i wanted,
& even if i did
it wasn't right.