facedown

the sun washes up,

facedown/ two pavement cracks

apart/ dandelion fluff boat crashes,

on the unforgiving linoleum

of the sea floor/ and the elegant curve

of your throat, pruned with too salty

bathwater// you said it would help you think //

drooping, because sometimes even a distorted reality

is too much/ instead, you watch the lone crest of the moon

over the weary horizon/

the sweet rustle of ripened foliage/

from the slanted joint of your fingers

does the deep light sedate your mind?

oh to be alone- truly!