
Sea Battered
You walk to me with legs of foam
and
When you wash upon my shores
Will you wash upon my shores
and
Touch your pale feet
One by one into
my sea
For your beauty is a black star
And I am trapped by your unearthly presence
Let me touch upon touch
Every outline of your edges
Until
I
Ever so softly, take your last living breath
I do not mean to harm you
for there is no loss in that which you
cannot sense to send
Your lines, my infirmary
Your eyes, my death
Please spare one part
My heart
was always yours
Now my hands
they are
to deliver your drowning fates
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