Closer

Blinking now
pinching this salted husk
awake.

Breath of the ocean, rise,
that I may salute you
with laughter and tears
stand before you and tremble
as you soothe the form torn
by pain and memory.

Gray
fleshy
luminous darkness
backbone
reaching forward
to the neck
never there.

Beloved of Tiamat
roll deep
dive where eyes
only seek, cannot penetrate.
Linger fat there then
linger long
on the cusp of foam and mystery

waves roar.