Romantic encounters with Aquatic Mammals

Romantic encounters with Aquatic Mammals

I need to remember to push the clips concertedly to the right

Lift the window pane and engulf fresh air into this room

Like a gaping humpback trawling for nourishment

In the millions of infinitesimal morsels floating in the air

Between what I need from her and what I am failing to receive

If not here, then where, if not in these thoughts than in whose

Should I find sanctuary to the foundation of nutritional building blocks?

If she just told me, “I love you.  I trust in who you are and I want that man in my life.

These logistics are satellites to the man that I love and I want to focus on the core of an us.

I am willing to not know.  I am willing to give you the benefit of doubt and the margin for error,

Because I enjoy the balance in how we fit together in our lives and that means more to me than I can articulate to you, but none the less can express.”

But those are words of green-eyed unicorns.  I am simply bartering with myself.

Imagining the words of a woman with the gall to ask me about the intentions of other suitors

Of the implications of fun, of head shots and DJ’s, of ride away concourses and a

Demagnetized compass from my magnetic north.  I am irrelevant to the rotation of that axis.

Rather, rinse repeat and these are not leaves that will change colors in spring

They are to the structure of her nature and inclement to my own

My savior complex always the optimist, when it is I who need the preservation

Learning how to swim like an orca enraptured with a beach head

Pulled between the sand barges and staggered as immobile as a blue

Perfectly planted like a building in these shifting granules impregnated with romantic suicide

Hoping on the potential for her to ever live in this ocean or me to return to land

We breathe the same air, but the logistics are problematic

Sunk in and known that this has no place to go based on my instigation

I have moaned out these calf calls in an echo location of Pacific pathways

And her allergies to this blubber I carry are paramount

I am with bulk, like an anchor to this step shore line for a daughter in mooring

My position system is tangent to an approximate distance like a sun ray from the sun

Appearing expansive, but generating from an identical nexus in repeated fashion

No matter the iteration I will always be as I am here in clasp to this storyline

Knowing that the packaging of this subset of considerations is ultimately immaterial

To the gravity of love that does not exist and no matter my blue size

My own Newton definition of a body with mass can not pull as if I was bearing my own moon

To cajole these tides into undulating my bidding of her into this sea, to join me in an honest desire

No that intention is on solid ground to dispel that endeavor and so I must wiggle this tail,

Teeter these would be limbs and scuttle back away from this beach for chance I fry in the sun.