brine

from this bench i

have learned

everything

i need to know.

i have my:

phone, wallet, keys

in my left pant

pocket;

i am wondering

what else could be forgotten

by your early morning

tongue

ocean flavored, drowning

me.

before our date

i learned what

brine meant;

i was adorned in

summer’s briny

hues:

pink pools and

blue bikes, i am

no stranger to

seduction;

from this bench i

recall your relaxed

torso. this morning

i struggled between

last night and what-if.

i woke up in

anguish, you asked

if i had my

phone, wallet, keys;

in that moment

your heart resembled my

father’s, too heavy, and

i am a careless lover.