There is a seashore
where we relax because the waves
tell us to—

When I send off towards the side of your ear an earnest,
is that what you’ve brought? and you position yourself to better
figure out your answer, I don’t come and say, hi, are you
okay? so you do the come part while I still don’t say it—

Some gorgeousness, all the wrong
colors—bright red

in this black & gray, white &
brown, all the light reflecting. I’m

Until the credits roll, while an upholstered arm
and a floor that’s lava are all that separates
a heart beating into futon from
a breath accelerating over sofa,

I’d always swing my leg, duck my head, 
and weight my balance sideways,

maneuvering through barriers
that I would have called an alarm system