Not in my head

Poets gossip with the most flair  

But they also feel with the most feeling 

And ache with the most burning  

Nobody broods like a poet broods 

Alone when left to their own feelings

Or hate with self-loathing 

The kind that leaves skin indented 

Clawed by tips bleeding 

From clenched jaws ridden with haunting

Nobody hates the golden girl

Loyalty lies where blood is drawn 

Foolish girl. Foolish girl.

It’s one of those nights  

It’s a restless night.

And all I can think about is the sea and poetry.

I slept better when it rocked me. 

 I wanted to remember:

The way the ocean looks at different times of the day

Your sweet smile at this tender age. 

The way the yarn works all worries away

How fast the time passes in every way. 

I wanted to remember:

Perspective is key. 

That depth is beauty and how we see. 

Your hands when they hold on to me. 

And the wrinkles that form happily.