Outlasting
The blue and white comfort us as we sit
Here and look up as a slow gull tilts
Every so often. Though not painted, it
Seems almost static but not still.
Kinetic in attitude but emblazoned.
You reach for your book and i gaze
To the east where the waves careen into an amazon.
Her form tiny to me. But her laughing gasps spray
Eternity across the sand, glistens for a long moment,
Loses intensity as the sand soaks it up and a wary
Intimacy is left behind as i realize our love's monument
Might well be in your placing your hand just on mine. Scary.
It's like a sail or the single cel in a very, very long film.
Too fragile to linger on the horizon, strong enough to pull the helm.
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