Poem For Jennifer Poem by Robert Combs

I saw you
standing on the edge of the harbor
waiting for the ship
coming into sight

it's cold there
waiting in the smooth wind
your loose breasts
shrink while your nipples
grow, the shudder beneath
like tiny purple birds
feeding on your heart

I saw the birds
shuffle back onto the sand
behind your passing
replaced by sharks
feeding, frenzied
not feeling the anxiety
rushing within your pores
half-forgotten poems
the fear you feel
giving up your future

to love