Admittedly, I do not know.
You ceased to soak in coarse
long while before I ever
concieved the thought
of thrashing.
Of kicking up the saltwater,
the sand,
Spraying invisibly across the shore
and water’s surface,
Exerting my every… fear
With not a single visible result.
And you looked upon me,
Prince of all that speaks in tongues.
A seperate glancing moment
Struck you hard across the face.
And stinging fright became you.

You looked so glorious as you fell!
Apparition of light!
Your gracious face
Outlined in beauty!
Never was there such a brow
or cheek;
Never such contours of flesh
curved and rippled
Telinthé, prince,
your cherry-lips opened once.
Blue eyes reached out to me,
the moment you perished
On the sharp, foaming sea-blossoms,
The white horses of the waves.

Now I have replaced you with another.
She has amber eyes,
A smile like your step
When the shoreline was awash with silver shells.
And oh! Telinthé!
She is so beautiful, when e’er she cries!
And oh! Telinthé!
How flawless her face shall be when she dies!

February ’05


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