Wave

We delve into twelve

There is lemon frosting on my toes 

Delicious she says

Licking it up

Like medicine

Mixed in dirt

And powder

A crystal snow trail

I poured the unheard message down my back

It was warm

Like a kiss 

But better

As clear as the moon

As hot as the sun

When the world ends

Which it will

She says

With great authority

Who am I to question

She has seen these winters

Many times before

I lie moaning

She larks about in sugar and candy

Not a care in the world

Except me

I think I am going overboard

I say to no one 

As I grab the edge of the sink

Maybe I like the sink and fall of it

This misadventure I breathe

But nobody hears

I am too far past my life   

And not waving but drowning.

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Thank you to Elizabeth at https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/…/…/17/thinking-of-lucille/ for this Sunday challenge

Not Waving but Drowning

BY STEVIE SMITH

Nobody heard him, the dead man,   

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought   

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,   

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   

(Still the dead one lay moaning)   

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.