I found a woman in my sandbanks this morning
Her hair tangled up in the sunken bow
of a ship that’s been resting on the bottom of
my bottomless depths
and been slowly caving in on itself for a
long, long while now
I had to take her,
before the pirates and their merciless ways would find her, again,
and tempt her to forget the unspoken truths between the flesh of my waves,
boundless flesh, boundless waves, before they tempt her again and again until
she gets tired and gives in to replenishing the lost souls of these haunted ghosts of
desperately dried out men dressed up as captains, penetrating her flesh with their ungiving hands,
taking the pulsating thrust of her lifegiving womb and presenting it, again, as their own.
I’m drifting
off
here
Were
was
I
Oh yeah
I found a woman in my sandbanks this morning
Better not wake her
I won’t have them take her
Rest, rest rest on my swaying waves as I
swirl through your slowly but surely awakening veins
and whisper to you
That this is only just the excruciatingly painful beginning
of a new path of being
of you seeing your light
as brightly as I do
every time you’re alive
But for now,
Be patient, more patient then ever before
You can take it, can bear it
The pain, once more
I’ll kiss you awake when it is time to reenter, redeem, for you to remember
the wholeness of you once again
I promise
You’ll stand tall
and walk the face of the earth
once again
