the sea had shown me mercy,
though I had asked for none
it had been cruelly benevolent
oblivious to my pious intentions

instead of a pummeled, pocked and putrid body
I stood ironically whole on the soggy sand
on a parched piece of land
with only sharp rocks for companions

so now rather than a few wretched gasps and gulps
and a smooth blue descent to sleepless sleep
I could slowly bake red on this barren isle
and be a feast for ***** after an eternal while

Stillness set in.
There are no more waves,
only bird bath ripples.
I drink to me and my light.
To me and my night.
I opened my veins and set you free
and you turned into a lake.
There’s a boat where a couple sleeps.
They dream as one and
hope in two and
give color a pulse.
It breathes with a small mouth:
Open. Close. Open.
It wants a drink from my cup.
But for now, my cup is empty.


Something stretched and rubbed its eyes,
awake in a new light.
There are waves in the bird bath.
I drink to me and my night.
To me and my right.
I opened my veins and set everything free
and it turned into an ocean.
There’s a boat where
a couple sees and speaks.
They see as one and
search in two and
give color a pulse.
It breathes in, small mouth stretched wide:
Close. Open. Close.
It had a drink from my cup and it knows all.
For now, my cup will never be empty.