LOGISTICAL ERROR

 

 

They wouldn’t leave me

those words you said

I didn’t understand

for awhile

You content

in a small microcosm

I warm

from the expanse

of the world at large

We both swim

but you in freshwater

intimate with the pond

I seek brine

tempestuous deep

loving how oceans

bring me to challenges foreign

It has been

indeed

a logistical error

wanting to retire

where I cannot

in your arms

too claustrophobic for me

too much unpredictable

for you

Evident I’m sure

our dalliance

will always be

intermittent

though valued

for differences

Noble

but rarely to touch

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