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