Rei Alta: wave height

CREST
you approached
after cycles of fire
there was a tectonic shift
fueled by molten rock and dressed up decay
i believed your promise this time around — i felt it lift my feet 

  

TROUGH¹
you receded
re-defining “forever” 
as “only thirteen days” (a real trailblazer!)
and like eddies forming behind Pinnacle Rock
the reverse current dragged me in asymmetric swirls 

¹i wish my love became
a two-toed sloth
like the algae on its fur
it ignores his simple existence

i wish my love became
a deep sea vent
spewing sulfur to fill his nostrils
and make him gag

i wish my love strutted
down the cobblestones in heels
with a long, deliberate stride
and a toss of its hair