Aphrocentric

Aphrocentric

He found her on a wave,
curled within the lip
and forgot their feet,
footsteps in the snowy
air.

Wet, lofted on synapses
firing dappled eye
regrets and unasked
so unanswered questions.
on the sand we may have a chance.

Prophetic crab skeletons,
exo-remains of the day,
how easily lost is that
clamshell-bonfire
we never truly discover.