occupied dig sites fall deep inside me
i leaf through my life
through messages and thoughts
long gone from memory
but preserved in megabytes
held in a server somewhere deep below the ocean
where maybe one day ill dive deep into
to collect a pearl
youd be on the sun chair, an umbrella shielding you
from the sun rays that are sure to make us both faint
and the water bottle id keep beside you
insisting on its emptying at least twice times a day
my hair is drenched
and i could only bring you a rock that shimmers
mistaken for something more valuable
and youd still take it with love
and wed head in for the night
i see the messages in bottles that float away from us
every day that passes, more are sent
overwhelmed by the passage it means
as an archeologist, ive read too much about media
i know that soil holds more secrets than bones and bugs
and love can be a baton pass in desperate times
when the sandpaper wears away the fingerprints and i wonder where ive learnt that from
in mirrors i see reflections deeper than my own but a shining light stays
we have no time to dry ourselves
a kaleidoscope glistens
furiously patting the towels against our soaking legs
laying it on the cushion seat in hopes nothing gets ruined
a rock with a line cut through stays warm in my fist
the snow outside scares me for the hills i have to drive
and convincing you for a walk in the snowy quiet is easy when our arms intertwine
a sweltering summer with kittens abound
we pet them and watched and ate our sandwich
in the cafe near the river
by the shore
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