4 March 2025
while sleeping by the sea
between the waves you walk, half clothed in dark
and half in light, superposition of
imaginants, wet waif parade, it’s been
some time since last I saw you, years in fact,
fifty-five times round the sun and still your
blue eyes mock me, at least I think they were
that hue, they struck inside me, every lance
a revelation to the receiver
my radio heart bled loud I tried to
tune you out, and vast compensations have
more than consoled me, they’ve replaced your love
or whatever it was that had remained
undeclared, unacted and undefined
perhaps I’m better now than I was then
(but I doubt it) and the fire that’s likely
tested both of us has not gone out nor
ever will while breath remains to fan it
which is the reason why here today I
search death notices and obituaries
in case the waves have passed and with them you