touching both sides
love was not intended as a trap
until those first two took their wrong turn
into eyes deep as death,
and found the shallow expanse of each other
a comfort, their toes touching bottom.
They could old each other safely,
touching both sides of their world with each hand.
Never lost, or apart
the tide of their desire
always washing the same, close shore.
I opened my window one morning,
by waking up next to you.
A long night�s journey
woken by a cold key in my hand.
I haven�t touched bottom since.
I found their love shallow.
They missed life entirely,
riding past the ocean in a car with no windows.
You made it easy to see past you,
past the expanse of your arms,
and into the darkness of a world enriched by death,
where hate looks colorful from above.