- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
How she calls
She thirsts for me and she calls,
whispers my name – come dance,
sometimes loud – come dive,
sometimes soft – come breathe.
Lapping with little slappings to suggest, persuade,
she draws the undertow so I feel the overthrow
arriving and departing leaving and returning,
spreading her susurration far away and close by
turn by turn tide by tide
surge and suck, pull in, come swim,
dance in me, so calls mother sea.