Endless on my breath is the Ocean!
Too easy the inspiration surges
As Her
Foamy fingers speed toward me
I scream I love you I love you I love you
As She
Washes the grief from my eyes
And the guilt from my hands,
Naked in the shingles of the world
Roaring through my dullen memories.
I am alive again,
O Salt, you are my skin
O Water, you the blood
Deafening thud of absolution
That is day in day out
Drowns my vocal chords,
High and wild
I am empty bliss
- No
I am mindless joy
- The internal opposite
The real; drear and ecstatic
I am dancing in your breakers,
A twirling Venus,
Hearing heartbeats
Across molecules
Holding a vast tempest,
An instant of aching relief
Which sets me adrift in the wake
Of the lonely, cool moonlight
Have I grown cruel?
(“all my unhappiness is you”)
Tendrils boil about my thighs -
I fall to my knees
In despairing meditation.
Hissing, as She retreats
In disapproval;
Her reaction is just
And I listen.
Tipping curves reveal
Her glinting smile
Flashing rapturous sinistry
Into neat, glittering reflections
In the corners of my eyes.
Dried out,
I become a fountain of dust,
Impervious to bitterness,
Carried in the slap of the wind,
Alive and everywhere.
🎨/📷 by Mark Rothko, Untitled (Green over Blue), 1956