Dancing Daffodils

You begged to go swim –
to sleep
deeply, of the fish and ocean.
So slowly with the rising of the tide
we sank to our knees, dancing
for reasons of not, knowing.

We had a love house
flooded plains, hidden from
the fat eyed women and flat-capped men
who sat outside, beside their view of life
wagging their
tongues, of debased woe.

Remember when they found us, seaweed
rolled – with hair a mess and features
cold.
Didn’t I say – we needed to rise

but instead, we kept on dancing
far beyond those fields of
golden, swaying daffodils…

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