“And I forgot to tell you I love you
And the night’s too long
And cold here without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the words to say, “I need you so”–I Love You, Sarah McLachlan
Sometimes it feels like I’ve forgotten to tell you about all the good parts, which usually happen when no one, except you, are there.
A cobalt vault of fluid vastness
Pulling us under
The sun, moon and stars
A warm, horizontal space
Between heaven and empty nest
Where all that’s left is conjuring desire
It’s enough to make you crazy
Burbling whispered murmurs
Between dry and sand bar
Wild dolphins jumping
As if a gift
Off the coast
Of Great Expectations
Ms. Dinsmore’s deck
I wish I could just tell you the story the way it happened
But it wouldn’t make any sense to your heart
And that’s all I’ve ever cared about.
In every cell of my being
The trenches, abyss, midnight, twilight and sun
Colors, cautions, covers, converts and enfolds me
Quenching thirsts I still cannot name
How I wish I could just say it plain
Take you there
This is about love and the ocean and everything I can’t find the words to say. xo
The painting is watercolor, India ink, pen, collage and acrylic on paper.
ps: dear Antipodean editor, I loathe the last two chapters I sent you.