After the waves erased your name
from the sand, I wrote it in the stars,
constellating tiny points of light
into familiar letters. And when
dawn elided the stars, I carved
your name on my tongue,
as if I could hold you closer that way,
as if I could bring you inside. After
all this time, all these intimate words,
all these kisses, I still rummage
for ways to make you mine, and mine
you are not. And the world’s we are.
And the mind says clutch. It says, release.
It fights with its own reasoning.
I’m learning. I don’t want to learn.
I try to surrender. I forget. I want
to be claimed, to be branded by love.
And love laughs, spirals loose,
and plays harder to get.