to whom it may concern

to whom it may concern:

nothing too dramatic,
no overdose of symbolism,
no pathetic metaphor or sickening simile,
just this,
plain and simple
text.
lines for the sake of lines,
poetry for the sake of sound,
lead wasted on rough paper.

just this,
sand swept across lines,
off seawall knees
covered in scars
from where we fell
across days,
collapsing into months,
without saying anything,
instead saying nothing,
for the sake of loving

there was a storm coming,
the waves were getting loud and careless.
i don't remember a sun
or a moon
only the blaring heat at the back of my neck,
at the back of my throat.
throwing our bodies around
hoping to come together...again
violently, or peacefully,
it didn't matter
so long as we were close, crashing,
we couldn't lose one another

backs arching and falling,
spines swirling, sand shifting,
sweaty earth sliding through my
clenched fists,
eternal ebbing of our everything
and nothing

but i've done it again,
looked back,
dramatically frolicking in my own
wind-swept memories,
remembering the grains
between my toes,
remembering sweeping kisses
from my knees,
remembering that i
i had something,
plain and simple,
when i said nothing,
and everything,
was understood.