Ten Classic Markers

The sun shimmers on the surface of the ocean. It twinkles like the stars above, moving on the bobbing high tide waters. Here, ten thousand jewels move. Here, ten thousand jewels sparkle brighter than any rock or box could dazzle blink surprise. The flash size weight of a ring expresses in its distortions the amount of love one has for another, measured in money. The ocean is not a possession, not a fancy tag to say your mine, he’s yours, and she’s hers forever. The ocean has no understanding of these words, for all it knows is breathe and that’s without letters in a sequence. If you’re mine, leave, be free because we aren’t supposed to be each other’s, we’re supposed to be ourselves. Side order of cheese, table twelve. The rocks drown so many, only a few float on the stars.