The Wave Sonnet

They walked to the cracked shore and shone

Themselves somewhere into the foam, legless

And missing places once familiar. Gone,

Their cries were heard by the later aspect of the

Evening, when the mourning of a sunset cupped

Their drying bodies and specks of blue

Glass had tripped a heart into the floor.

Rarely had they felt so touched and wholed,

Held in sunbeamed structures, dust and webs.

By ebb and flow and light and dark, to skeletons

Of coral lungs forged with soft force.

Far below their lucid skins embrace,

Now hand in hand and capturing each wave,

And glass has trapped a heart into the floor.