The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net forever. ~ Jacques Cousteau
Are you the ocean then?
I ask while you sleep
whisper into the shell of your ear
your breath swells and recedes
my fingers are wet with its mist
I am a small crab, navigating
the warm mounds of your back
I am phosphorescent Â
tide, glowing along the length
of your dark shore
I am the early cry of a gull
on its nest, where the horizonÂ
spears forever, where bold wind
twists the blue sheets, I am
morning before light, and youÂ
you are the green depth
where all my ships will founder