The Shining Sea
The shining sea is my lover.
She is a doormat, she is my blood.
She spreads cherry jellyfish
on the darkened toast of my body.
They wriggle and they squirm
like spaghetti noodles on a tongue.
She makes me writhe with glee.
The shining sea is my trash can.
She is very sick, she needs cleaning.
She coughs yellow phlegm
on her counterpart of all time.
It’s syrupy and it’s crashing
inside her lover’s waffle-like form.
I’m not sticky with disease.
The shining sea is my killer.
She is a hunter, she’s malevolent.
She channels mighty power
through me and under my toes.
I’m struggling and I’m straining
to fight the gravity of her stare.
She laughs at my attempts.
The shining sea is my deity.
She is a shelter, she houses me.
She throws lighting bolts
oh so much stronger than Zeus.
Her magnet and her hypnosis
made me North, she is South.
The attraction is all silent.
