apotheosis

and darling, this is
my highest sincerity
a torn echo of unintelligible thought
midnight’s
muddled somniloquy,
relentless
hope and trembling

words that cannot hold you
cannot rock you,
cannot reach you,
the thalassic groan
of the Atlantic
drowning
out every attempt
to tuck this
patchwork of prayers
and blithe adorations
to your chin

a great silver wing
bearing me farther

away.

Counting timezones
on my fingertips
and
astonished
by the stark fact
of geography, the cold
deathstare of reality-

I cannot warm you
with the scrapped white leaf.
Atrophied pages
and a deluge of prosaics
will not let me reach
my sprawling hands across
the watery chasm
to where you are.

But just for a moment,
could you set
sail on the aerified curves
of these words
and read them in
my voice?

a small
drop
in the
great fathom of language

Gentle, now.
You’re almost there,
salt air skimming
through your toes.
Here, these
tremulous wings
I have spun
of letters and fidelity.
Icarus himself could not
orchestrate such flight
across
the undulatory expanse
of blue, of blue, of blue

Don’t look
down.
You’re in heaven’s cradle
and here are these
hands to rock you softly,
to sing you home,
to lead you off
into an oceanic demesne
where you and I
are an
island
letting the waves pass us
by.

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One thought on “apotheosis

  1. OHMYGAWD THIS:

    “words that cannot hold you
    cannot rock you,
    cannot reach you,
    the thalassic groan
    of the Atlantic
    drowning
    out every attempt
    to tuck this
    patchwork of prayers
    and blithe adorations
    to your chin”

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