my gem on the seabed. I forgot:
dropped the pinhead on the seahead
shattered the water skies,
let it fall in shards to the seabed
let them pierce my head.
watch the waterbaby immerge:
drown on the air, lungs soaking up dust
and choke choke choke, my my,
my gem on the seabed;
I place it, on your forehead
steal it back with a kiss in your sleep
and waste how many hours I might keep
it, you steal it back in a wave and a tide
drown me out by your side,
with the droplets and the white horses
beating my eardrums into oblivion;
lest you might drip it on the seabed
again, and wash me in your wavesong again.
(24th March 2014)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)