every morning
desire climbs up in
my throat
desperation triggers
madness
which sweeps my body
out
far out
into some warm sea

a different reality
my mind fills up with
flowers and salt
tiny organisms
and a large
beating heart
pumps
gold out
beyond the tide
beyond the universe
beyond the break itself...

what bitter secrets may come
to rest
like whitecaps on the
burning blue

what warm sea may
comfort me.
beyond the burning blue