i lived there with you

in the space between glances.

i shared the sweetness of hollow earth

and ate the green that grew

from our hearth.

 

there was dew on everything

from here to tops of mango trees

mangled in brackish water.

the air was so thick you could

break it open with your hands

and walk through.

 

I swung my arms around wildly,

as I do,

trying to meet your eyes

but you,

you moved in silence

a gentle shift of cream and blue

with every step.

 

at night your head would fall into my chest

and your breath would become mine

this was the climax of our story

a memory,

I will need to bury.

 

– Sheila C.