underthemidnightsun

The beach watches my feet, And the horizon line Curls its way around my heart; Pulling the edges together to Fold away, ensnare, Because the stones at my ankles are sharp And my blood is fragile, Too exultant to loose. For my present forever, I could dissolve Into salt; to rake the air and sting the eyes and Bring back around those pale blue childhood memories. I could break, pound the ground to heaven, hell... Or simply sleep on my hands; Holding my heart like the sand, palmed in skin. I will root myself here; Anchored with hooked fingernails for this lifetime; Commanding the tide with my head to the ground Until the s