Disarray Shores Poem by Kewayne Wadley

We sat within arms reach of each other
Her and I,
She began by asking would anything help
The comfort of the chair taking full control.
I was hesitant at first, emotions bottled.
Her eyes were an open invitation.
She didn't seem to mind.
Listening. Waiting.
Just as I.
I took the top of my heart and twisted the cap off
Pouring my heart into hers.
Her ears tingled with sensitivity.
A steady pour of the hand.
Taking the time pouring my heart into hers.
She didn't look like the type to drink.
How rude of me to insist without asking.
Her heart overflowed with mine.
She confirmed the thought, what if God was a her.
Patiently watching the ripple of my heart to hers.
Could she have seen the flares that disburse in the air.
Small prayers sent in each direction.
Would I still pray the same with this new found knowledge.
This inebriation of self. Listening. Waiting.
Passed back and forth.
Once my heart was an ocean
And I abandoned on the shores off the coast.
The tide was vast. Constantly crashing down.
This was me before she taught me how to swim.
My back sinking deeper into the chair's grasp.
The distance between us grew short.
Discovering bottled letters sailed off in the distance
A few moments later our session was over