No Man’s Land (round 2)
When you are stripped of a connection
You thought was deep
To love the Sea
You have got to really see
She writes:
Even when you were polluting me
You were still with me
Even when you were strangling me
You were still touching me
Your trash began to cover my surfaces
Your killings choked my vents
You grew disgusted
And left
You left my surface carpeted in your trash
You left my floors layered in the carcasses of your stranglings
Now all I can see is you
My creativity turns dark because you are all I have to create with
Who would want to connect with me now when it is painted in you?
I could cry but that only makes for the memories of my beautiful now dead creatures to rise around my “clarity”
I am deserted and now alone.
No man’s land.
Trying to make a wave for myself but continually in question; changing every direction, everyday, wave after wave, every little thing because I am not me in this pool of you.
To put sail to that wind…those that would have normally loved to swim with me sea me as dangerous, thrashing, flighty, my favorite… uncommitted… soooo questionable.
“Stay out of my waters.”
Storms, threatening.
Water poisoning, deadly.
You are in, on and around me. You left.
I stayed.
You, now searching for a new body.
While I… seek refuge within my own.
Time passes, a color grew back.
But a sailor caught its shine.
I felt his touch as he floated onto my skin.
I quivered with sensation.
It didn’t take long for him to touch me more.
I was good to him.
He, on top, me in support, on bottom.
I let him ride, ride my waves.
Then allowed him to find slumber in my calms.
Hiding the dirty depths.
But he wanted more.
He wanted to go deeper.
I am perfect.
Vulnerably
I flip his ship.
Me now on Top.
I rip him under the sheets feeling a breath of air below me as I make him feel the current.
Deeper and deeper we move.
I smile a silty smile as death surrounds us.
He can’t breathe and begins to feel suffocation.
Empathetically, I roll under bringing him back to the top.
The surface where he feels safe.
I remain still enough for him to make it back to the shore.
I make no waves.
His insecurities will be secure with me for I have no place to go.
I am the Sea.
True to me and here for you.
My art grows darker as the accumulation of the engine shades the colors even more.
His touch upon my corralled cheek left ghostly white.
I am the Sea.
And I am the one who Sees.
I am quiet but trust me, I know.
While you continue to take flight.
I will always be the one with the greater oversight.
It pains me to see how pained you are but I will learn to dance in the dark. You all the while thinking, maybe a river is more fitting for you. (buena suerte).
I am an open sea.
Shoreline without Borderline.
You may surface me all day, all night.
But please, if you beg to go deeper.
Revere this invitation.
Learn to love the dark as I cremate another’s disposal.
If not, please do not lie to yourself.
Simply, surf me and build sand castles off of the crushed skulls.
I still appreciate your touch and joy.
I will authentically Return. Eventually.
From,
No man’s land.
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