Floods

The waves taunt and scorn
«We will bury your dead in our belly
And dash your living upon the rocks.»
I cry out for hope, for a chance
But they seem distant and past hope
I’d be content to die in your arms
To feel your pulse cover me in my dying breath
My arms grow weak, and I start to slip
Your shape conforms, around my own
There never was much hope for me
For a man like me to leave, escape these gaping jaws
I am released and reeled back in
Your many arms manifest their indecision
You fill and drain my lungs over and over
Leaving me hanging between life and death
Cover me in the sands, cleanse me on the reef
Let me drink deep the killing sea
Let it have from me my water, and the bones it leaves behind
Blessed sea, take everything from me
Sink, sink down deep
The aching holds me down
Where there is no promise
Where only silence survives
I am haunted by your wake
It unravels me, it undoes me
It pulses and drones and swallows me whole
Flood my lungs till all that’s left of me is you