Make Me The Ocean

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , ,


Make me the ocean.
Make me lap with nuzzling thirst
and froth like a glimpse of
a mermaid's tail upon the surface,
undulating, breaking, hissing my
deep secrets into tidal caves.
Make me pound and pound over
this land, slapping at rocks that imagine
themselves as new shapes, until I
make it so. Make me
drench you.
Watch the calcium moon bring
strength to my liquid bones.
Soon, she will make me retreat.
But I will return
and the moon on her spongy bed
will smile upon us.
Dip in.

Anna Russell

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