Like warmest oceans’ waters
under clearest, smoothest skies,
sometimes blue with a green iridescence,
other times more green possessing
the ghost of blue beneath,
are twin pools caught within shores of flesh-
a sweetly salty water which seems
forbidden, as to drown my heart
should I draw too near
or dream too deeply.
Still, I wonder the beaches,
farther from shore so that
I’ve been burnt, becoming desert
beneath the bleached bones
victimized by the denied lure
of this little god’s curious puddles-
spherical seas virgin to baptism.
Should I be blessed to
venture beneath and
emerge to be reborn-
“able to be loved again”-
and be “broken” yet another time?
No, call me too feeble
to now be so emersed,
too weak as to draw breath
and drown in the infinity
of another boy’s eye.
…written early in the summer of 2004, I had only recently turned seventeen, and was rejecting the advances of some guy moving in on a recent break up.