Whoops of the Sea

Forward, he described me.

Yes, I am.

I am a woman who makes things happen,

I draw smiles on the walls of your sad heart,

I hold your hand like 

it’s the most valuable bracelet

I change the lighting in the sky

So your day has your colours.

I rearrange the city’s furniture

So you can take your pictures.

A woman 

whose cheeks and lips blossom 

to receive you,

Who flows like a waterfall—

Washing away your sins, past, and fears.

I am that.

I go above, beyond, to infinity.

Is it too much

To ask you to meet me at the sea?

I am tired of being the rain.

Not that I would stop giving.

But—

I want to sea.

You come to the sea.

You sail in the sea.

You drown in the sea.

While the sea gives,

The sea also contains and receives.

I can’t tell you how many times

I saved the glass from breaking,

But now—

I will watch it fall off the wooden table,

No matter how slow-motion it may be.

I will see it shatter into pieces.

And I will look into your eyes, dear sailor, and say—

Whoops.