not mine.

Not written by me.  I found this and I want to save it somewhere.. here seems appropriate.

Follow

The one that got away

I did not follow

somewhere across a sea

rust-red

with dried blood.

The one that took hook, line, sinker,

rod, reel, arm, wrist, hand, shoulder

swallowed me whole

            without breaking stride

or whatever it is the 'big ones' do

that leaves you standing slack-jawed on the shore

That trick of light on the skin

the shimmer-glide through the water

            just beneath the surface

that draws the eye somewhere beyond itself

and drowns it in desire

Open palmed

I stretch across the glittering waves

that hold a darkness I well know.

But eyes see only light or absence of it.

And even inland I still see the glimmer

            of her body as it flits away

shining in my misery

drowning in my blindness