Driftwood

You stopped and looked at me

like a ghost of the horizon

and that is when I felt like my

skin was the sand of a soft sea,

your hands like waves over the

seashells and forgotten beach glass

and a lost locket from someone's mother.

Waves over the driftwood of my bones,

my driftwood heart,

my heart that wanders afloat your

sea of saltwater complexities

and your sea of something entirely new,

your sea of thoughtfulness and

tenderness that swells over every inch of

my divided sand that tries every day

to piece itself back together.

I am piecing myself back together,

the waves and water by my side,

watching while I reconstruct

from afar, watching me

care for each sediment despite

its grit or age.

I am piecing myself back together,

the waves and water by my side,

my sea watching me with

pride.

Reviews

[Pete]

this is pretty cool. i really like it. love the wording and imagery. many great lines. nice flow. catchy title. enjoyed the whole thing from start to finish.