I want to see your face again
When you first saw the sea
The car seat smell drunk as the newly dead
Uneasy in their corrugations
The waves unmercifully high
Poised above the glassine under-swell
As if eternity were the stinging slap
Your dour grin collapsing
The shush of traffic slew
As if you had nowhere to hide
Just the fist clenched hope
Beneath a recalcitrant sun
That I will flee and sleek
With other shoreless creatures
Risking constant reiterations
Or, standing hard against the tide
Hips braced, chin askance
The sand a living thing beneath my feet
Hand raised to shield my eyes
Against your oncoming hail
I will burn and fall like anybody else
