She enthralls my heart like pearl moon to tide,

Shifting sands, stirring minnows from their haunts;

Staring from page, she is abalone eyed;

Mermaid’s purse brimming with my deep-down wants.

Amphitrite of sepia-ink ocean,

bride of the drowning who reach for a pen,

Charybdic, you froth thoughts into motion;

Stir this world, its dreams, its monolith men.

Afloat on her nonsense, the purest truth,

I blink stars from my eyes, which sting at my

raw parts, my sorrow, my unflinching youth;

Her salt-in-wound way of saying good-bye.

My whispering siren, dark and divine;

Behold a scribe devoted; yours is mine.