Holiday Cruise
Cyril Wong
This is the first time you realise
you can leave him. And you do,
backing out of the room
on a wave of panic to end up here
on the deck, seeing waves
ache to a stillness, as he survives
that long moment without you.
That he may never understand you
frightens you completely. But
this could be the very thing
to overcome, after which the alloy
of love between you may
toughen, even densify. Already,
the sea is pressed to a sheet
of blue-green silk. An island
steals into view like the future,
sliding out of the horizon
like a bather's kneecap. And you
cannot wait for this to end.
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