A brief encounter with the depth charge,
paralyzed waist down,
looking within looking without counting
the vibrations in sea shells,
I could hobble along
with a younger poem
my love trapped in words.
We were reaching nowhere near destination.
Our shadows entwined with our steps.
Bluebells not withstanding catkins of mulberry
stood waist high for the catwalk.
We kept wishpering unworldly nothings,
like autumn leaves rustling in air.
Petals of purple bruises squirting the smell of desire.
I will touch you like moon beam from dark sky.
