How We Longed For
Sunset,
lake a cottonmouth’s
grey back rippling, its white hiss loud
as the sun.
Hypnotized,
we crossed decades
and break
walls.
We dove deep,
we held air so tight our ribs became bold
cages for our unspoken words.
How we longed to release,
to open our mouths.
Instead, we sank
into the memory of…