Ocean Blue Sorrow

A Poem

Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

you take my hand that first time —
and i can feel the pulse of it,
the heady rush of this cocoon
we’ve made for ourselves

(and you don’t want to admit it to yourself —
never wanted this hope in your hands
because you ran from it at every turn,
your fate spinning out of control
like a wayward car going a hundred miles
down this dead-end street we call love)

and i wanted nothing more
than your great power —
what flushes through you
at odd intervals,
this great cacophony of being
you call your own

(but you didn’t realize, did you?)

and the great center of you,
that racing beat of a drum
at the soul of you —
i wanted to capture it,
savor it,
cage it,
and put it on display

i didn’t want to share
any of it —
but keep it all for my own
behind glass