(i woke up from a half-slumber one night
and found my fingers slumped across the keyboard and this typed out, albeit grammatically and typographically G-dawful, on one of my Microsoft Word windows.
over-active subconscious, anyone?)
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"but i don't regret any of it," you scrawled
(or at least i dreamt you did)
on your eyelids in coral blue phosphorescence
and i fell into your hues like a tipsy water baby
but even the ocean doesn't go on forever.
and one day you will plunge me from your depths
to cough up my bones in some mermaiden cove
to spend my life as legend. always talked of, never seen.
such is life but i tell you my kind ocean, my beatific my most terrible Poseidon
you would never consent to such a price on my freedom
no, rather
keep me close
hold me under.
guard me in your wrecks of candles held by the quiet cove children
dance me amongst silent Titanics. armadas. girls who welcomed the undertow with open arms
i pray
string mildewed earth treasure into my hair
my laughter, my smile
will outshine all the white bones in your happy kingdom.