Coronado

Instead, let it be the echo of waves / the bruise-blue sea / the surrendering sand / scream through the air like a name / a seagull stunned with falling / your phantom image / engraved still in my mind / how I stare into the green canvas / & pray to be erased / the way tides erode memories / to be brushed away with a distant boat / against the crushing horizon / against your moss-covered skin with / my name forever trapped in Coronado as / a shard of dawn breaks the skyline / ignites the mine / & unveils the truth / your hand in mine / a blade of honey burns through the earth to / light up our faces / your face my hands / until the pink & white whittles down / into amber into nothing / but instead, let me watch the night / bleed through the lighthouse where / beyond the shore / stars siphon heaven dry / & already with salty lips / & tears grappling my skin / I am whispering / I love you / to my empty hands.