the horizon blurs out here
where there's only ocean for the sky to meet
here
one can see the firmament
reprise its original role
to separate water from water
deep blue from her celestial twin
laid flat across the sky by the Artisan hand
yet it is precisely here
where the line's been resting
since the second of all days
that it is least crisp
and least able to discern
jealousy is a beach ball drowned by sunscreened arms in a concrete pool it shoots out of the water of your belly with thunderous propulsion the burn of lightning struck charring insides cold as frostb
you don't realize your breathing's been strained until it is clear again how not in love you really were until you're really in love good god love is a heart beating through clear valves for the first