Tonight, we rest our heads on the scraggy coast, waves breaking at nine o’clock cracking the sandy alleyways at three o’clock our hands lay under our ears cupped fast over a seashell and for a second there, as we drift off to sleep, we can hear the ocean crashing into our minds the seawater filling our head we can see seals and sea lions waving from the rocks a hello from another time an invitation for a swim maybe another time the seals and the sea lions think that perhaps it is another time earlier in the day before bedtime but she needs to sleep to rest to dream to wake to study study study the seals and sea lions, their brothers and sisters, our brothers and sisters in the sea are seals and sea lions and sea otters too, she needs to study study study the intertidal ecological mechanisms, internal eternal maxims established in centuries past, another time when shit mattered more than interesting manifestations of consumption all consuming all the time all the world and the ocean all the more interesting to me is the fascination infatuation each manifestation of her outreached being is apparent on this pillow my heart beats on watching the ocean moonlight play light sketches across the outer reaches of her mind diverting each little disaster interacting the mytilus pisaster, her teeth clench when her eyes close and I feel each twitch of her body held gently in my embrace, I can see into her these days her thoughts her confidings her desires confront me these days but we walk hands wrenched in the sky crookedly proclaiming for all to see we join shoulders on the tri-city cementway asking for loose change my eyes averted and revering the subtle fluctuations as I fall behind to get a look at a rock, she sees a seal up ahead casting it’s gaze in an awkward direction and we ask her for loose change, a rehabilitatory offering for the lovely couple, a couple of unlikely heroes in the cold Pacific strolling out for a dime and I know with each blink of my eye that the world will remain, she grips my hand tighter a pinch to show sorrow, her forefinger and thumb grip the soft flesh massagingly for a second, the gnawed point of her nails sends a tingle up my arm and she flicks a quick smile out the side of her face my lips burrow into her shoulder and with each blink I feel the world melting a bit slower, I feel my head floating down the river and my eyes open to her neck each muscle tensed to forget my teeth grace lightly stubble brushing harshly the finer lines of her jaw, my mouth finds comfort on her lip.
Tomorrow, we path pass another retiree wedding in the empty space between concrete and ocean, she tells me a joke about the preacher and the bridesmaid and we laugh again at the passerbys, I elate at the sound and for a second, I think of doing another cartwheel for her benefit but the moment subsides and we turn to more edible delights, the corner cooks shuffle another deck dealing dozens down the block, cheap chowder is free to eat free like bird shows we board shows boat shows across the silken gray tundra we sail the shodden sea her head laying lovely lobbing lapping against the waves we chase we chase we chase a great white ghost gallantly going where forty others have gone before and now we all forty looking left and right for the sight of a killer humpback blue whale while another hour passes and before long we find found treasures of futility we fighting the sinking feeling biting at the baiting our guide drops on the deck our partners slipping quicking into the fog and then a fleet flight, two spotted feeding, she alight my bearing off kilter and it’s everything we can do to capture the seeing in our little black box, my mind reeling at the tighting alignment of her heel my touch taunting taut wrought pure energy outpouring her soul I see with clear daylight unknown to these the absolute honesty in her heart I love the absolutely honesty in her heart.
Now, we ashore before the end of another classic Pacific Grove Thank God the mind centered on an axis amongst many her smile shows through the zipline dancing lightning aqua-glow, clarity against a backdrop of revelry a pindrop in a haystack has found it’s weight upon my shoulders accepting the crowd and she stands taller than most tonight belly knotted right, she clears a hurdle and sweeps her arm across the paper-filled desk, the mist of files sprays across the ocean filling me with joy her mind gains steam on the downslope a beautiful crown upon which I adore the cranial output full of great beginnings and endings each building upon one another I craft a home nestled between the deep enclaves, arms linked in embrace we round up her troops for another round, each snap memory a judgment to remember we dance in the star light under God’s good grace granting grand inquiries to all alike her optional performance optioned against a landscape of global getdown, our savior in time a band of boundless biologists betrayed by mankind, my endless awe for each spark of her mind.
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