You were there

Coward of the county.

You were there when the Red Sea parted… and into my lap came a flood of whole and half-whole salt-water. I gurgled for the first fifteen minutes or so, just waiting for your lovely head to rise from the brine.
My fingers do not make such great things as my mind does. I hope it will all go down in the the analogues as a sweet and disturbing chore.
Beach winds blow on your back tonight, and if you could not tell, I am not asleep, or asunder… but rather dashing homeless dreams of incredible numbers, less seen, less noticed, only once in a half moon…
I walk signigficant juntas by my pillow. I await substantial paradigms. You thought summer was easy. I realized it was hard, and hot, and me and you. I bowed to catholicoprotestant prayers. I made a haven to you and me. You will be back here sooner or later you see. C. Columbus says the star are in aligment. (Wrap around the world once for good measure,,, it all comes back to you,) I make moons out of your left eye.
Mascara smudges my pillow. You are so far away. A Pawley’s Island getaway, I felt a heartbeat. A heartsmudge. An inclination before awakening.
If I asked you there, would the answer be, ” Pie Glue!” ? Or something of the sort? We have it all, and to us all is figured out.
Make it and keep it like a secret. I saw you 78 days before I knew you, and knew that I was in love.
Your strained lip, your beach ass, your whole thing sends me running.
I hope that all of them will keep me writing, after the dealing’s done.