we are icebergs, lovers
drifting in the cold sea
colliding, in the randomness
leaving gouged scrapes
memory’s cleaved edges
and itchy crystalline residue
pieces of our leprosy
left behind
melting
into the salt-foam waves
as we carry on
toward our halved-sun horizons
all of us–
passerby
Reading poems i have not read because I’m up much too late.
I’ve got a million of ’em. Lol. I hope they eventually had a sedative effect..
And it’s the safest option 😉