poem about loss and Love |
Running my fingers along the volcanic sand, dark and grainy, as it sticks to my fingers and is caught in your hair, long, lovely and dark as the rivers that empty into the sea... draining me away into the cool and dark room. Unfold me and hold me there in the sweet smell... with the tinkling ice against the sides of the glasses, slick with the droplets as they pool at the base. Gently swaying bare bulbs, in a string of bright pearls of light against the dark. As we go out to walk the beach again, the jungle smells of wet earth and flowers. And always the sea, chasing and licking at our feet until, enticed, we wade in to knee depth water, stand and kiss under the light of a thousand stars that are never this clear and close in the dark nights of home. As we embrace and turn our backs to the sea caught up in each others' gifts... a wave catches us unprepared and in a rolling, laughter-caught-in-your-throat instant it is pulling the sand from under our feet and tumbling us through the currents as we are pulled inexorably towards the deep. I burst through the frothing surface foam to find you laughing... and gulping great lungfuls of air as we collapse on that beach. Piled in ecstasies that only those who have lived in a dark and quiet sadness and been let out into the light of the world can know. |