Be my friend?
I hadn’t seen him in so long.
I burst into tears
I did not like him gone.
I had opened a window
I found Jimi
At a party
Through the screen
Which I partly showed
To the twins
From England.
I had been showing them
This French lover
Wrapped all apiece
Head to toe
In white tape
Like a La Chapel photo shoot
Smooth grey face
Piercing blue eyes.
I was embarrassed because of him then
We were soaking and muddy, inside the screen
Tegwyn was there
But we didn’t talk.
Washing, throwing waves.
Against a storm sky…
Bearing in tides, set cyclists,
The only protection of which
Was found in the tree,
Water swirling to my knees
White froth, whilst dialing my mother
And wandering over the wind-swept sand
To the rock pools,
Caitlin by my side.
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Eloise 
“embarrassed because of him” you need the because.
Need some kind of punctuation between washing and throwing waves.
The lines “bearing in tides, set cyclists” down to the end aren’t giving me images or any glimmers of meaning. Could be that I’m just not getting it or else you are being too obscure. I realise this poem is based on personal experience, but it has to speak as universal language as well. Seem to be gaps that I personally can’t cross here. Mostly despite the personal, I am able to navigate your poems.
woo i make an appearance!