Where the Shadow Falls

A better place burnt into the
surf
              to what purpose then
set as secret
coinage this
broken instance a heart makes
                              then not again where
a voice / a breath / a tune
              buried in the sand
could yet behind the mirror say
slicing in off the rain
                              when you had other
tears to sort thru
The mattress beneath that window
the suicide strums
              by the light of a blade
                              just steps from where
the tide rakes the shore & the
flowers of the sea