mal de mer
by , 03-05-2011 at 02:41 AM (1817 Views)
in my dream
you are sleeping peacefully,
brow sweaty
and your lips, pale, moving in and out
as they whisper
of the tempest and desire
leaning close I breathe,
"allons-y ensemble"
I can only be who I am
someone from whose lips spring
the froth of the sea
whose soul lays still upon the wave
before diving beneath it
knowing the terror and confusion that awaits
struggling to the surface
bursting through it to the halcyon day
then falling, falling to the roiling surface of the sea again
and the sea changes
the waves are peacock blue, turquoise, atrementous
and the wind, losing all circumspection,
blows the sea into cabochon,
and then your hand upon my back,
and your body next to mine,
our whited limbs thrashing, tangled seaweed
so sleep;
no more can I
but the winds are calm again
and I know what to do
I can brush a tendril from
your brow
and give to you this day,
this blessed day
Qimissung
March 2010



