Monday, 5 February 2018

belly button hollow

you and me
the way we think may change the
color of our sheets unlike
the coral green they
may have been

when you and me we
acquired them

the sky a different hue than she wore in 1822 before the war
how blue

the sound of the sea unlike what our mother knew through her shells
fathers buried
in sand the beach stretches
a band

me and you
imperceptible our teeth and yellow
bellies move like gelatin

foam at the mouth
relentless the wind
the age will define us at last

the sun dies every day
how sad


how smitten we are with
our world in the end
the belly buttons