devotee of Poseidon

Fierce eyes, two tempestuous green-grey seas

Tongue lolling with stagnant laughter, the

Indigenous betrayal of a beautiful sublime

(Clouds cropped out of a dreamscape).

But I am not a shipwreck, even if you are a storm

So ruin my linen and my stores of lavender

Blaspheme my foundation, drench my deck

With your briny bile, so I can spit the alkali back at you

As a soppy reminder: I will not be battered.

I will not keel over in a gale

Just because you love me again.