photo by mia moore |
angel man
if I want to smile
I tie my thoughts to paper kites
and send them to the water's edge.
I remember where we
stood.
toes kissing toes
set like concrete footings in the sand
to
steady frames,
to hold our
arms finding backs finding fingertips
beside
the ocean floor.
if I want
to smile
I turn your brim around
just as it was that day
making
way for faces nesting faces
lips taking lips
and somehow salt marsh anchors
kept
our souls from lifting past the
morning sky
or digging in
like pebble crabs
away from light.
I can almost touch the linen twine
you
thread
as
I hold still for you,
your coral beads are sewn into my dreams.
Angel
Man with ocean eyes
I sigh for you.
your soul—gently woven to my own.
if
I want to smile
I hear the birds that called your name
overhead overland
over-us
along the shore they
spy
to find the end of sea
looking for horizon walls to wing.
if
I want to smile
I tie my thoughts to paper kites
and send them back to you
my Angel Man.
Mia Moore
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