you’ve been the wildest of all
untamed earthly beauty
and your mothers sorrow
weeping on the backs of ships
do I hold you now
in a torrent gaze
with a sirens call that makes me
sleep so near you without touching?
I have heard them and crossed
moonsoaked sea beds
to rest my heart near you
ageless divinity I long,
to feel you cover me.
still! Hot blooded, hands folded
soft belllied, vulnerable
crippled by your movement, defeated
And yet I want to weep
over the loss of you
no longer a sirens call
but a defeated dirge.
