liquid truth

 

Tell me your story, let it roll

gently over me. I don’t wish to

wade in the shallows, I don’t want

to sift through rock pools, only

reflecting back my own image.

I want to break down the sands,

let the waters flow through my hands,

feeling their coolness tingling my fingers,

as I listen to the shells whisper their echoes.

 

I want the depths to swallow me whole.

I want to feel every wave as it lingers

for a second before collapsing over me,

rushing your page,

and as I’m sinking

even deeper,

into words that have faded,

worn with age, I want your

ink to stain

skin.

Let me weep for every tear

you’ve ever cried. Let my smile

for every high crest you’ve ridden

like a dolphin in the wind.

Let me hold your every loss

and celebrate every win.

 

You could just splash

a few droplets over me,

little liquid gems of story,

and even though my heart

would still be soaked through

with the beautiful spectrum of truth,

I want it all, the whole pool,

the rivers that flow to

the whole ocean.

I want the rains to pour

so I can know you more.

 

I want to stand on your shore,

throwing the sand behind me,

no bucket or spade, I want to feel

every grain, every sharp strain of proof,

that inside there is so much more,

inside there is you.

And as it drifts away.

I’ll keep dusting away the pain

until I’m just an island in the ocean of you.

 

I want to dive into the depths,

Where the light doesn’t glow,

don’t worry it will never drown me,

I want to be taken on the currents,

rushed through your past, your now

into the future you.

I want to find shipwrecks

of where you used to be,

and paint them in bright colours

so you can see they are not ugly,

but beautiful parts of history.

 

And as I’m swimming in this vortex,

swirling a whirlpool around me,

I want to feel your rushing heart

race through me, as I open chests

of treasure to show what you have kept

hidden for too many pages of your story.