We scour the shoreline
hiding our secrets
in caverns and chests
meaningless to everyone
until no one remembers
Then we wade
into the brine
the setting sun
painting our bodies
in the golden hues
of dying ages
and dawning empires
Above us
stars seem to dance
about the heavens
but we are the ones spinning
in space
Staring into your eyes
keeps me grounded
even as we hurtle through the universe
life forms clinging to a rock
blips in the cosmos
negligible and insignificant
yet when I’m with you
it doesn’t feel that way at all
when I’m with you
I think perhaps the church had it closest
because I know where the center of the universe lies
and it’s not at the heart of some distant star
it’s right here with you
and everything leads to this moment
over and over again
preserved in the ambers of time
even as we drift through it
there will always be an imprint of us
floating in the waters
four-hundred and twenty-three meters
below sea level
blissfully unaware
of the ancient history
we soak in
The Modern Leper. 