In the secret daylight
His ink bled onto my skin
In waves, the paper boat sails
Upon the oscillating deaths
Of the blooming flower in his hands
Tended to sparingly, yet so intensely
Sunset colors blot the dripping ink
Pulsating, ravaging, charmingly terrorizing
The red skin I am sinking into
Waves of Fukushima engulf
The tender but violent rope
Swirling around a gasping entity
By nightfall, I am drowning
No longer sailing nor holding on to rescue rings
The ropes are gone, no hands to reach for
I let the waves come
As they please
