Beneath my skin lies an ocean into which you swim. Moonlight shadows beams of light. These are my joys and my mothers dreams and tears. For as I gently soothe your troubled skin So to ships do I sink
Mother and lover, daughter, obedient wife my wet within me gives and holds life. We nurture, we love, we strive to do right But the pain of our ocean beats a heavy drum Upon our hearts, our thighs.
History repeats itself. Its not simple to relearn. The bird can only sing its mother father song. Instinctively we gather, that which we know. Planets form and then they grow. My father didn’t see his mother smile and I wish I would mine.
Wrecks of old ships lie dormant quietly in my bed When sailors were lost or found. But amongst the ruins there will one day be life a new world of corals and forest within which my children will swim Quietly sitting buried in time today will be history and tomorrow we will be loved, safely for our feminine again.
My water, it may sink. It distorts the song of my eternally loving soul it drowns those too timid to swim it rocks the boats that seek fleeting beauty of the shore it fights those who contain it, force it to take another shape but within these tides, these rivers of my love these dangerous depths of deep and dark blues lives all of my love for every one of you. Just as tears are born from the eyes of laughter. My oceans are born from the feelings of my love for you.
And I wait. For the brave, gentle, scuba diver to find the treasures hidden amongst the wasteground of the sunken ships