08-08 Ebb (For Leor)

No.
You.
will look at me,
he said,
tasting of salt and foam.

You .
will look at me.

wrapping the fog around
my chest and waist,
tumbling into the glass shards,
of the morning,
flow,

Ebb,
no.

you will look at me,
you are

lost in the roar
of waves,
engulfing,
flowing,

waking.