Ocean eyes and copper
skies and your name burns fire in my palm.
I clench my fist to keep you close,
as though holding your name will
keep you here.
The sun hangs in the air, sinking
slowly, like an old red carp
surrendering to the pressure
of the waves and the weight of ancient
bones, furious but defeated.
The muscles in my hand ache, but
I will not let go.