Adrift of love


you found my loss as fragile as yours was
under our love a stone unturned the water
gobbled the beach we walked our fingers
played along the dips of touch a splashed
blessing scooped from the ocean's font,

the entry wounds of innocence were easily healed
razorshells broken stunk in the bladdered sop of weeds
gulls in feasting clouds unzipped each bloody softness
while the warmth of our close blood enfolded its arms
about the cold November morning frozen in my camera,

sometimes a fragment of love
does turn back the tides
sometimes a fragment of love
leaves us to drift becalmed.




John.G.Hall(C)2004