Wouldn't you rather....

Wouldn't you rather

run on the sand?

Let it slip

like the rugs we stand on,

flip away from us

in a thousand thoughts

feel the salt breeze play

on our salt-worn cheeks,

brush away the salt-drops

and slit our eyes to see,
we'll claim it is the wind

Wouldn't you rather

be at peace with this sea?

I don't need to understand
anything, only that the sky
is free; I can afford to keep it,

though its not much of a roof,

and its reaches are
too high for me.

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Just live for a day like you would live

if you could, forgetting that here are

boundaries that cannot be crossed, and there

are eyes that would surely see--

wouldn't you rather just hold her

like she was your last breath, breathe her

like she was your last scent, keep her
as though anything can be kept