you carved the shore with
your laughter
making damn sure
it was all
we would remember.
one glance into
your emerald-seaglass eyes
and the inside joke
typhooned through the room
with you leading the pack
howling backbended, crooning
the full moon, undertowed
by the snort of a wild hog
that had you doubled over
knee slapping, gasping
eyes glistening,
dripping.
the illusory note,
permission giving
to the shrouded tears
unleashing cries wild, too broken
to have shed
on their lonesome.
so instead
you led
with rip tides of laughter,
ferocious waves
forever distracting the pack
from your heart forsaken.
that wild rolling roar
did well to shelter us
from the hurricane
inside screaming
begging, dying
to be loved.
About the Creator
Amy Fairbridge
Based in Vancouver, BC I find joy in exploring the relational and spiritual realms via poetry and my holistic coaching practice.
Co-Author of Sweet & Spicy: A Poetic Duet of Erotic Poetry
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