Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sailing Away

I want to storm through you 
With illustrious vigor.

Upturn all the mossy, 
Unturned stones of your world.

Make you feel me completely,
In your bones, your veins, your mouth.

Don't tame me, sailor.
I'm no woman you've known.

I will enter your life like a looming tide,
Intoxicating your shore.

Lapping you up and devouring crumbs of you.
Before we collide.

You may grow weary of my changes.
As I may sometimes slip away.

But you are no stranger to the sea.
Rest in the uncertainty that's me.