by Jade Nicole Beals
Could stop one with a kiss. You said you’d seen your heart like ice— I found it sweet ice, essentially, the fruit. I’ve thought of you as pure onyx, emerald afire, glowing the whole sunset hour, cooling in the dark, inspired. I am at the beach, listening to the ocean waves, eyes soft, almost closing, gazing downward, I wonder, What is this music I've heard before? It is the lines you measured the ebb and flow of water with ocean wave cymbals that I can still hear from here without you here.