The Geography of Loss

Shores in my heart unmet by stone forces

Crash and carve caves and rivers deep and black

Orange light and lilac hues, the sun sets

Remembering love lost as night sweeps in

I recall the stars, gems in the sky shine

And pulse in the darkness flowing with blood

To the tips of my fingers, stretch and warm 

Loss is a word like a canyon in most

Cut deep to the root of our bodies earth

The place in my heart where waves turn to caves

And suns to stars, where orange meets purple

A latitude and longitude of my

Life giving arteries and veins is the

Realization that loss is essential 

For without dark canyons and soul crushing

Waves, the peaks of our hearts, the love soaked flesh

Would plateau. Eaten alive by the fear

Of loss and her pitch black canyons below.