Rainbow pastel—
breathe in the
pungent confectioners
of pastries and
chamomile, seagulls
plundering your tarts
I stare laughing
when you tried
retrieving it to
no avail
I rest my head
on your shoulders
and whispered
something you misheard
and you said, "nothing"
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
