Our date by the sea, the restaurant (We are merely a temporary us,) a distraction from what is at last us.<\/p>\n
You in your slacks, shirt, tie (tempted, separated by a callous hand of fate), not yet, not yet. Not now, you whisper.<\/p>\n
I in my pearls and black velvet,(side by side we remain) striding in the beach. My high heels are<\/p>\n
sinking into sand, (painful, we know this ending tale) and I remember the way, you know how my mind goes,<\/p>\n
of blinding pain, and like Anderson’s mermaid I am mute (joking, laughing, loving, and internally maimed), though we are<\/p>\n
laughing at the follies of Romans and Greeks (and Ulysses and Poseidon’s strife have nothing on this), the vanity of them,<\/p>\n
I imagine for once those black heels thrown to sea (sailing to our own worlds, to part), a paltry mortal offering<\/p>\n
to a jealous sea-witch(god, how we wish for the inevitable) to be spared in this final moment, our moment, to be.<\/p>\n
That happily (never.)ever-after.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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