Open ocean falls

For S.P.—



 



Open ocean



falls closing into



the white past dark blue



 



where bound, in sand,



in sun, blood, we lie



unopened: five years



 



of love – still



it runs caught: every cell



is a blue diver falling



 



the volume under papyrus stretched,



its inner face bathed as in tea –



to look old? You look



lived in, like home



                                       till



the diver surfaces, volume



unbinds – till the page



cracks, read –



                             the ocean has never



opened –



 



the tea leaves its leaves



            (the waves turn over)



the sea leaves and leaves



            (almost in sleep)



we leave love