Dark Water

Out of the
murky docks
a wily dying shadow
howls
tangled in black
and aching for
swift currents and
the voice of a woman

Hurriedly, she beckons
as her toes
tickle shells
and moss anew
Love me on the sand
our whispering cove
will be within
the waves

With a rose
a breath, a coin
the tide in her
hair is born
she submerges her
listening ears
wisely resisting the
moon's magnetism

The sea courts her
with a fervor both
terrifying
and honorable
spreading his crackling
wealth on the shore
offering opalescent
shells in the pink dawn

Her jellyfish heart
pulses flourescent
and in its omnipresent
blindness
wishes only
to marry
the staggering
stars

11 November 2009