The confinement of the heart

I walk upon the grainy sand as your fingers stroke my cold naked back

in the salty tides, the suns rays float upon a silky canvas made of your skin, flesh, and bone

your wilted hearts margin and my peached face, us walking on the long coast
 
the shine of the sunsets open palette reflect off of your intrusive gaze

the wind cuts like a knife, alike, from the text of your mind scape

the ocean's waves push me deep, deep, down, taking the breath from my lungs

then I'd sore in the night sky, taking my hand from yours, breaking the chains, flying free only to fall back down in your grasp, pulling me closer and closer begging for help only to be silenced

the stars, the air, the compass of my voice screaming, falling, leading to defeat, begging the treasure trove in your eyes, for love and to pull the knife from my chest, releasing from my heart

So I can bleed out and suffer no more,
Crying the beautiful colours of the seaside shore