[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