In the depths I dive
fathoms deep, I find this.
a porcelain house not Home, hard as bone
Uninhabitable and for whom?
A gift I found it locked in the
blue-green alphabet of slick
letters that clung like seaweed
about me, choking the mind.
Some evidence I find of you and who?
Ok; so flee to your young mermaid,
rock hard dark you are Poseidon
stinking of low-tide and brine,
the sea froths about your ankles
how she sucks at your bone
draws you in.
I am left with the letters you did not write.
Gifts never received.more poetry here .