Wet Bird (Poetry)

The Waves Were a Warning

Have you ever met the ocean

Behind closed doors and beneath wrinkled sheets

Quilted waves bound with mysteries

The Deep and the Shallow

The Narrow and the True

Winter caresses your subconscious

The turmoil and strength refuse the cold

The sun is frozen

The ocean prevails

Yes, we have met

By the river bodies were laid in

Burnt in the bay where goodbyes are whispers

I saw the ocean in my mind

Where the forgotten remember me

In dreams untouched by the living

Serenades like kicked dogs Howling

begging me

Ripping my flesh to know them

I was afraid for my fingers

Wandering and unknowing

Blood on the river stones

Smooth and forgiving like the current they allowed

Skin on the blacksmith's fire

Biting and violent like the blades it bred

Bone on the Mother's vanity

Left behind as I answer the ocean's call

Alone in the quiet

Pressure twists within and without as it consumes

Everything within me, hungry, needing

Lustful for more

Sand stains my hair

I sink below it

A space below spaces

I burn to be remembered

As I welcome the ocean

And as it welcomes me