all that sluices, all that spumes, crew of two, crushing depths, fathoms, mine brine, sea poem, shark poem, sonnet
Build me an underwater boat a crew
of two might handle. I’ll be your gray god
among waves. Dreams of drowning, of rescue,
of shear waters. The same ghost shark that’s gnawed
on you gnawed me, I see. From a strange wave
we both were born. From the shark that chants, shark
that mourns. Build for me the boat that I crave.
To slip through seas. To plunge into the dark.
To sink. To descend. Crushing depths do not
frighten me. — Only being lost from you does.
Only a life spent on land. We: sea. We:
brine. Come: be mine. A crew of two. We’re what
ghost sharks dream of. All that spumes. All that sluices.
All that fathoms. Love deep as the high sea.