Monday, 5 February 2018

belly button

you and me the way we
think may change the
color of our sheets unlike
the coral green they
were
when you and me we
acquired them
then
the sky a different hue than
the one 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
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
yesterdays
todays
tomorrow
the belly buttons
hollow
how smitten we are with
our world in the end