From birth
he fed on her snow
her sun,
her sweat,
her tears,
her ancient years.
he swam between
her skinny ways,
shrouded in seaweed
in shallows he stole
her plankton.
slick and spiny
he preyed,
electric
he shocked,
and shadowed
her moonlight thunder.
poked his head
in her crevices,
rode in her waves,
and stirred her current.
But he was in her,
like the snow.
And despite his bad manners,
she preferred him inside her
than to be stuck on the sand,
in another's land.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
From birth
he fed on her snow
her sun,
her sweat,
her tears,
her ancient years.
he swam between
her skinny ways,
shrouded in seaweed
in shallows he stole
her plankton.
slick and spiny
he preyed,
electric
he shocked,
and shadowed
her moonlight thunder.
poked his head
in her crevices,
rode in her waves,
and stirred her current.
But he was in her,
like the snow.
And despite his bad manners,
she preferred him inside her
than to be stuck on the sand,
in another's land.
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