Water washes coin to sea
down leg, drips patient
tracing lines
longing for fingertip kisses
and time wasted,
enjoyed
is not wasted time.

Ask me about what I left behind.

I can taste your voice,
cool breath sighing to sleep.
Sing one more time so I can remember
danger in your eyes, begging,
first step in leap of faith over sky
knowing no motion but flo
at
no question but why
not
now?
Time wasted, enjoyed,
is not wasted time.

EJZ 08.03.2015

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Sea Poem IV

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I lie here, still,
in the sand
and am washed over
by thoughts of your touch.

I feel the ocean move toward me
Hear it, longing to enter the depths of my heart,
my body
my soul.

I see your face in the salt of the sea.

You move close enough to tickle my feet
and tease me with an ebb and flow of your tide.

Consume me in waters,
my restless one,
my sea-struck song,
my uncrossed bridge.

I long to taste you on my lips
and be washed away
by the crashing sounds of your love
and my bliss.

When you look with the depths of your dark ocean eyes,
you’ll find me,
waiting,
still,
in the sand.

EJZ 05.04.2015

*Photo by Laura Farrell

Empty Sea

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I hear you begging,
calling,
crying out
lonely

but far too cold for company.

You inch, closer
to the tip of my toe

but shy away

then try

again

with restless misery

and retreat.

You crackle like fire –
There is warmth within you –

Perhaps you’ve forgotten.

Please, let me show you,
you have a gentler greeting.

Timid, I sit
here
waiting
for you to remember

Understand,
we are sisters
in empathy –

I taste you in my tears.