(s)well

Still

I was so

Unready, then

When the sky went dark

I had looked away, at first

Labelled it a trick of the light

White flags, stained red by trauma

Warning cries in jumbled morse code

Begging me to please be re-deciphered

The second time, I'd leaned in further

Scraped my belly on the ocean floor

To pull you back out of yourself

To bring you back to me; us

Back, as if you had been here and

Not off navigating oceans of your own

Duck diving down for spare parts of me

Unable to form under your pressure

With the rest of my sinking ship

This time, I see everything

I hear only static and strings

Frequencies, mounting in all directions

The web ripples inward, yet I cannot feed

Perhaps it is the nature of our nourishment

Or the spectrum that the light shines through

Revealing a darker yet not unfamiliar red

Woven three ways, with three points

Aiming squarely at the apple

Poised upon my tongue

In your empty space

Steady, now

Loose