Memento Natare

Memento Natare

A Poem by Jesse Lancaster

The ocean sucks.

I've felt
the way
you stir in
your sleep,
the warmth of your legs against mine,
my mind struggling to understand
the words you're failing to whisper,
and the movement of your hands
under me, trying my best
to take things as they seem
and not get stuck thinking over ever word
while visibly shaking, surprised to feel anything,
"I'm so curious as to what you think of me".

It's ironic,
the way you come to me
in dreams, you're not the same;
you've seen the worst in me,
figment of a fantasy I failed to create
fit with slight glances to instigate
a craving I can't recall, you dissipate
as I'm left stranded in this space, 
waiting to be washed up with the tide,
you said I should just stay,
I could grow gills if I tried,
but I'm weak and lazy,
"please, I'll be anything"

© 2013 Jesse Lancaster

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Added on April 13, 2012
Last Updated on April 12, 2013
Tags: swim


Jesse Lancaster
Jesse Lancaster

Manchester, CT

I'm Jesse Lancaster. No I'm not. I am: 19 And now: @ Uni for my sophomore year. My writing draws heavy influences from the music I listen to, other writers (such as Chuck Palahniuk, John Green a.. more..