2.04.2014

the art of anchoring oneself.

there i anchored
eternally
in which i refuse
to surrender
to oblivion


where waves crash
and two minds collide

-

my eyes stare
far above the waves

staying afloat
for the sake of me
for the sake of you

for the sake of the existence
of what we call us

-

my vision sharpens
into that lonely,
deserted pinch of risk

-

the hot sun
on our backs

the grains of sands
clutched close
between our thighs

our hands entangled,
twined, enclosed by foam


our laughter | echoing
off the pools

.

beautiful

carefree

blissful

life we had

those
in moments
we defined
heaven

-

i wish
you wish


the ocean would dry up
so we could relieve
our victorious moments

of our wonderful -
then broken love

-

oh i crave

how i crave

-

i tell myself

to stop -


it will never be
not again
that feeling ceased to
exist

in a blink of an eye.


i anchor myself
opposing the sea foam

-

remember,

anchor.

anchor.

anchor.


-i.t