Words for the Word 

You propose to the word near the sea.
Wind play the wingman, bear the ring
forged with your breath.

You will cheat your word, stray with silence,
and even then chiselling the word’s shape
in your mind.

Word will make you fight, give you peace,
row the boat when you fish for thoughts
holding a modicum of light caged in glass
to attract the shoal.

Wind whispers, a habit of his, as you confess
your feelings for word, “My friend gives you 
his darkness, his light, gossips he may hear,
and the news from the world beyond flesh.
He gives you the trip and the battered shanty
from which you two will emerge naked
every morning and see the Sun rise above
the crystallized shells and pain.

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