poetry

Unattainable

He was puzzled as to why I poked him

O’er and o’er again

And while he squealed like a little boy

Giggled and I could see a child

On his face

Wearing white canvas shoes

A retro white T-shirt and red shorts

Telling me he’d pee any second

And I fell

Several feet below

Into the stormy sea

The intensity flooded my eyes

And as I stared into the horizon

He held my hands

And I whispered a made up story

In his ears

He drew me into a quick kiss

The smell of the ocean lingered in

The bitter breeze that hit my skin

As a warning

That yet again I was leaping for the

Unattainable

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