This is for a dear one who is going through something decidedly unpleasant currently, because hugs don’t transmit through the internet very well.

Message In A Bottle

Dearest,
let me pick
the glass from your eye.
Broken bottles left on the shores
of irises are bound
to cause damage,
to slit delicate skin.

Let me catch
in outstretched nets
of lace-linked fingers
the salty prayers of your sunless depths,
the mournful roar of sea
choking through your lips.

Let me gather
from the aftermath of morning
the sundried paper pleadings
let loose by shattering craigs
and marooned with you, in flesh.

Dearest,
if all the answers of my heart
and the rescues of my love
can come pouring from my face,
why not lift your eyes and swallow?