Moments Are Meant To Pass

504363891_8c154bc4f1_b_Marianas-Trench

Thinking about the captain’s cliffs,
we were seeking out triangles of the
porous ocean light, literary watches
ticking bell hours in the damp night.

In the morning in the bathtub, waking up
soaked-sullen as ever, great Gods of the
Marianas Trench, rising deep between ourselves;
your eyes flickered as vineyard wine in monastery casks.

Reached out to hold lightly, your skin well-known
as the New York skyline, traces well-trod
as the MTA map; forgotten faces flickered
coarsely as rocks on sandy parchment.

Blood was pumping, rising up swiftly
hearts melding cautious to elixir’s dawn;
I never looked upon wind favourable,
tossing ship-ward aquamarine allusions, until you.

Teeth chattered to the blanket warm-up,
glinting dull grey-yellow in the morning’s indifference,
floods of inevitability washed over
us, tearing apart and soaking through,

and two islands again we were.

 

Photo by semperfrater

Carter Vance

Carter Vance

Carter Vance is a student and aspiring poet originally from Cobourg, Ontario, currently studying in the Social Work program at Algoma University in Sault Ste Marie. His work has appeared in such publications as A Swift Exit, (parenthetical) and the Scarlet Leaf Review. He received an Honourable Mention from Contemporary Verse 2's Young Buck Poetry Awards in 2014. His work also appears on his personal blog, Comment is Welcome.
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