An Old House On The Bay
The whole world underneath my feet
stretched out endlessly on both sides,
unknown flanks reaching out
past my field of vision.
As each wave comes and goes,
it steals the earth below away.
The sea breeze caught up in my jacket,
filling me with such
an electric shockwave
that only a single touch can recreate.
And you beside me, cupping your hands over an open
flame to save it from the suffocating
winds.
It flickered, lighting up your silhouette
in a dim scarlet.
“It feels like we’re in a movie.”