POETRY: Blinds

Your white dress billows like a jellyfish

plume,

tentacle limbs askew,

buffeted

by the windy waves beneath the surface

of my gaze.

If I stare you down too long

you’ll drown the both of us,

disrupt the thin

tension of our infinite possible

futures:

look back and I might go under;

ignore my eyes and I shall dry out on

this lovely beach and die;

gently rock your

lifeboat hips in my direction and I

would forgo all metaphors,

lose myself

in the depths of a wet speculation,

imagine it all in reverse,

your words

a faint seashell whisper in the morning.