i prefer the deep end
depth is my comfort
of somersaults
and penny fetching
cheering high dives into
the solitude of
aqua night
my dreams float to the surface
you said
oh me too
depth is MY comfort
but you never quite made it over
the slanted threshold of four to eight
i prefer the sea
depth is my comfort
of ebbs and flows
and salting wounds
lunar parties serving
by invitation only
double sight
these visions keep me buoyant
i wave goodbye from my ship of sails
as you play catch with your self
having found a deflated beach ball
at the shallow end
