balladeer

You are my hell and high waters 

the reason I reach the sea 

unfathomably deep that

swallows me shallowly like waves 

waves that lap up sand it

cannot reach 

You are the trenches 

my mariana, who holds 

not what she knows of

but everything meant 

to be explored 

It’s an exposition 

an incomprehension 

our love a ballad

a mozart, all the same