Dancing in the Surf

Deep are the Memories: A Poem

She sank into the depths of her memories
Which cushioned her as she plucked them one by one
From the cavernous heart that remembered how
It felt to twirl in the surf and awaken
At dawn to see the sun rise over the water

Where flickering candles illuminated
The pearls of his teeth and threadbare jacket
As she leaned over and inhaled the spicy scent
Of first dates and eternity to follow as
She sank into the depths of her memories

They stung like stepping on tentacles of
Jellyfish whipping around a stray ankle
Each time she recalled the vicious slap
On her lover’s cheek before he left home
And venomous words spewed forth to seal the scar

Where scalding fluorescents lent angry glare
To the desolate room where she first heard
The unspoken word and the implied
Darkness to follow all her tomorrows which
Aren’t sealed by promises only comfort as

She sank into the depths of her memories.

Dancing in the Surf

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