WORDS

Words upon the sand
keep me near the sea
today a castle
does not want to exist
in a vassal state
so fingernails obliterated
it, however words
even manicured
or manufactured
when they touch us
answer or question
what is literate
they will not go away
even in middle age
but stay on the page
to reach us in a portrait
or act upon as a pun
above the riddles
on the stage
like a lasting kiss
or a passing strike
upon a cheekbone
in act four,
here a face in the waves
surges like the eventide
of a once sculptured stone
still swims like a bride
for it is love which craves.