Before We Existed
After another’s kiss silenced your mouth,
I had to swallow everything,
a jug of wine, the salt of sea spray,
tiny grains of sand, the lighthouse.
Your beacon must become forgotten
like an encrusted bell, sunken and shape shifted,
good for nothing but to be a home
for slime-skinned eels and bottom feeders.
When the last drop of spirit goes across the lip
of the bottle, the wind’s solitude whistles
its song into the empty cavern, a belfry of hollow air.
It has been emptied in a tunnel
of black-water cave dwelling inside.
My heart becomes a drunkard of desire
drowning in a voyage of nostalgic voices.
A thirst for the outer waves may grow,
but the moon holds them back.
They remain too far off to know
if their white caps are a miracle
or a cursed ripple of hope.
While immersed in the water,
glue that is meant to bind loosens,
as if peeling it away is a way of removing
this layer of calloused skin.
Your label is gone, our bond eaten,
a naked start just like the night
rain undressed the peaks of your high tide
during the rise and sweat of wave migration.
I gave to you my dearest love poem,
now a scroll of tears forced down into this empty jug,
a cork on top to seal forever this moment of letting go.
This message in a bottle can only be seen
through this window of curved glass in opaque hues.
I cast you out into these carnivorous waters to be devoured,
call for the white caps to strike, the waves to carry.
I can only remember you as you were before we existed.
R Jay Slais
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