Marina

claws? fish hooks? more like magnets,
needle and thread, stuck like honey
i'm onto you like the phase of a moon
eager to be your constant
wave, pass time with me
and not goodbye, i'm sick of those

you're the special coin under the sand
that sets off the metal detector
to a fervent pulse, i'm out of breath
suppose i knew the moment i stepped in that place
that there was a treasure underneath the days,
weeks, time designed like barriers, like space
and i must dig slow until i uncover you.
don't want to frighten you like the little crab
that digs deeper in the earth to hide from light.
the last thing i wanna do is eat you, smother you
or make you wish you hadn't agreed to let me
hold you in my hands, kiss your face and tell you
what you mean to me