Tuesday 16 July 2019

Monet's Sea



The sea’s a Monet
today.
The slight chop
pieces away into
the idea of a
horizon;

this is where I set
my gaze,
beyond borders
or edges.

I’ve never been
to sea
but can imagine
the secret that
voyagers to this
point must hold:

that they come apart
here,
as the painter's brush
intends they should,
undress and lose shape;

run like colours
into the notion
of another’s arms,
as floor gives way
to bed,
and lips to thigh.

Then back to the
photograph
of my sandaled feet on
this pebbled beach.

I won’t set sail today.




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