why love the struggle

July 7, 2016 4:01PM

tan slate-grey-peach-beach dawn,
i perch above and wait. after-draught of
dancing waves, i floated towards the edge
of feet and riptide sucking. why
return, why love the struggle, why flap
these arms in circles.

everything is trained and i am not
different. flirting is not love,
swim-sauce curves are not
love, goddamn this miserable hope and
lewd-awkward longing.

tongue to the floor,
i somehow return with book
in hand.