The day you let the ocean win
The day you let the ocean win,
traded me for ruins--
God and salt--what name then
did bats dusty in night
sky sing to you? A desert needs
a word of power; holy
holies crumble, left empty andwho will ever
push that pretty face
into the pillow, score serrated
steak knife teeth primitive
in that neck graceful
as unicorn? Who will ever
understand you saying,
"destroy something beautiful"
like I do? And I do.
I do.
published in Windfall, Truman State University literary magazine (2002)