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.