The Sea

With the tides I move,

Pulled in by your strange gravity.

A moon that

Hangs in the sky seeming—

Despite all your luminance,

All your celestial seas,

So cold.

Bring yourself close to me—

Like it was in the beginning—

And I’ll dance wildly.

My waves lapping on the shores

Faster and faster,

To the rhythm of some animal

Skin drum,

This dance, I knew it eons ago.

It beats with the breath of

The entire universe.

Slowly.

I am not the tide. I am the ocean.

Vast and savage, drowning hell.

The chaos of creation boils

From my black depths,

Your gaze will not reach me there.

I am innocent, unknown,

Black as the Mariana, where

my gravity kills.

Your white cold stare, I can feel it.

Pale and pure as moonbeams.

The way your lust transforms your face,

And you watch me with eyes like

Faint blue planets, vacant.

From your great vacuum, suspended.

I must seem a strange and

Disturbing thing.