I am eaten up by the sea, swallowed by the sun
FEB 26, 2025
An orchestra plays melodies
that cascade from sand to ice to ocean
salt that persuades the skin to swim—
Through the strike of an arrow that blazes her chest
of erotic deferment and severance
of sacred beings into two
find each other once in a lifetime.
What separates the artist from its mother
who held in her womb, now limbs
each gift a child possesses
its weight that fractures the crystalline membrane
of the embryo, of the home.
The egg that hatches from the uterus
the cocoon, the egg the ocean
that swims around my neck and spine
aching from the tides
flowing through me, endlessly
falling in love with the way the ocean moves
inside of you, the ocean that is inside of you.
A body that grew to become your face, wholly you
and now you sit across from me, singing sonnets
poetry that falls from your lips, lips that grace my own.
Inside your vessel, a universe
meeting the skin on my back to create our own.
Together we create the sun.
The music of the sun
a song that sings through to our souls
as we merge together, eating our anguish
swallowing our envy, pride and lunacy
our song that reminds the sun of his own.
Through your skin, I am eaten up by the sea, swallowed by the sun.
