Yard Sale of Thoughts

A sea of keys
ebb and ease,
the way you move
without breeze.

The way you crash
firm but tenderly,
sway and serenade
until I’m on my knees,
floating.

I’m meant to gaze upon your face
drifting out to sea
in depths unknown.
For when I can no longer touch
I find I’m full
where I was once empty,
drifting.

In the cradle of life’s greatest
contentment
amidst the rush of
steep mountainside
tide, a gush.

Bury me in such bliss.

The infinite composition,
the commitment of
each build up, each dip.

Submerged, I surrender to
a blue to blue “I do”
kiss.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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