Sometimes, in the quiet, I imagine a lilo bloated with air in the middle of the sea. I lie naked - scorched red in the dying sun and ravens circle silently above. My Erebus eyes and swollen lips beg them to dive and surround me in death - how it tastes like honey … Continue reading Ravens at sea
The storybooks say you should have been the wind in my sails, not the drunken sailor weighing anchor in the middle of the ocean. Perhaps I should have believed in you more, blinked away tears to hold you in a blue gaze, bright eyed naivety and wonder - not cold heart mutiny. Except this mate … Continue reading Mutiny
Without her, he forgets how to breathe; he becomes a shore which only says goodbye sending waves away with seafoam kisses, his arms are crossed and his chest tight, water pooling by his toes never reaching his knees. A lonely shoreline and distant horizon washed orange and blue until she takes his hands, kisses each … Continue reading Breathe with me
Home again from sea, sand, hills, and inclemency left a memory.
The quiet of surf behind a hedge. The stillness of your feet, calm of my heartbeat The invitation of sea below the ledge.
Upon a boat of misery upon the deck of purgatory tumbling back and forth rocking widths and lengths below leeches lurch for lust below tentacles twist for trust cracking and splitting choppy foundations smashing a storm brewing an albatross squawking warning the end is nigh the beast sent the sails crashing into … Continue reading Sea Monsters (2010)
He was a sailor moving from town to town, With dark brown eyes and a cheeky grin, He met her, with the fiery red hair on a choppy, unsettled sea, She was small and short with a temper to match. Neither one would admit they were lost, Or in need of an outstretched hand, … Continue reading The Sailor