Amari Liebe

 

my toes curl up against the edge

fragments of pebble and earth

settling in between them like pinpricks

a blanket of blue beneath me

no end to be seen for miles

the shape of him the only pattern

the only contrast, the only haven

whispers of his encouragement drift up

floating around but never quite landing

‘what ifs’ echo back to deflect

a grin twist upon his glass skin

i ponder if sinister or real

two options weigh between my shoulders

lain in a heart not partial to change

the wind collides into my back

i stumble,

and

down

i

go

gasping the icy sea salt air

i catch his gaze

and crash

in the blanket of endless blue

fears riding with me through the waves

 

will he pull me out, or see me to drown?