Leave Me Where The Sea Can Blind Me

rinse over me
with fangs of apathy.
bite me
like you just don't care.

i want you
like a boat wants moorings. like the sea
wants buoys. like a cat scratches fleas--
contract a disease. i want it all,
buried deep.

you gave me
culpability. no countenance
in the empty mirror. no waves
from the crowd of islands. i am here,
floating, bobbing, and buoy
do i feel sick.

make no mistake--
i am the troubled waters.
i am the ocean's twelfth regret,
her eleven sparkling piers,
her firstborn son;
but still, oh still,
only water
to her daughters.