In the mari-times
The sea was ventured—
The throat of the abyss
Life swallower unto pelagic graves—
Alive with wooing waves
That jostle us near
In the openness of the sea
I return to thee
Breaking waves
And braving stormy haze
To weather the rugged water
Is to meet our bodies together
How sensual are the water waves
Which entwine us in erotic daze
Do my lungs fill with love?
Do thy leagues fill with death?
I go to the place
No cutlass blade can rase
Sturdy or fleshy things
Beyond the shore
Are we shipwrecked
In an ocean so great and deep
As the vastness
That is of thee?
How sensual are the water waves
Which entwine us in erotic daze
Do my lungs fill with love?
Do thy leagues fill with death?
To drown is to embrace thee
How thou art so bottomless down
Thy depths pity none confound
The tide rageth upon and enlaceth me
In the dark of the abyssal column
Our sunken bodies entwine as autumn
Leaves in coldest breeze
Observe the wreckage that is me
How lecherous are the waterways
Luring us in Siren psalm
Do my lungs fill with water?
Do thy leagues fill with flesh?