Coming up for air

What lurks beneath your feet, leagues under yet scratching at your back?
Tickling the spine that creaks and cracks.
Drop the things you can no longer carry.
Things to pull you under; the little things.
Tears for a lover lost in the spray.
That cling and pull like lead on your bones.
I tried to breathe under water.
Swimming to the ocean floor, and the depths of my mind.
Grew new skin. Housed within an Atlantis locked in time.
We allow others to wash upon other shores.
To dry in the sun like old bits of seaweed.
Crinkling and cracking as our hearts harden.
I see the sun now, twinkling in its majesty.
Blinking above like a solar eye winking, smiling once more.
Calling me up to the chorus and ring of tomorrow.
I need to come up for air.
To feel the sun and salt on my back again.
To cough out the poison of the deep.
Where nothing but leviathans and despair creep.
I hook a line into your heart, and pull out of the rip tide.
Pulled forth into the breaking waves of gracious adoration, deserving of a quiet day.
Out into the air and the salty miasma of an oceanic dream.
Effortlessly you appear, as I quietly transform.
My saviour in the eye of storm.

Leave it to memories

Hold on to me, I have seen things that you will never see.
I have seen things that you’ll never believe.
Hold on while it hurts. Close your eyes and take my hand.
Shiver out the safety of the ground.
Come with me out of this world.
Where the sweetness will follow you. Distant and warm.
Distance is worn, like a threadbare rug.
The stains of time under foot.
Hold on and try not to breathe.
They hypnotised us into defence. Into regret.
Forty steps to the eighth parallel, one jump into beyond.
Do you believe me now, do you believe yet?
There’s nothing up these sleeves. Only the ability to the dream.
Spinning Egypt and Atlantis in my hand, spinning you a quieter night.
A peaceful day.
The photograph of us that will never fade, and shows us only in reverse.
Clearer, like ebb tides and dragonflies.
Where the sorrow subsides.

Beneath your waves

The world collapsed around me as I re-discovered you in my bed.
Columbus and the natives, rediscoveries of lands long ago known.
How did we drift so far apart, how did our continents slide away from one another?
Maybe it explains the volcanoes.
Your tectonic emotions that batter and barge into me, leaving me glistening with devils sulphur.
I want to set adrift, burn all I see and slowly disappear into the vastness of ocean tides.
But my circadian rhythm seems linked to you, I rise and fall when you are near and far; like the moon and the seas.
My world was rebuilt, the Atlantis in me rising from the depths that were your hurtful departures.
Let me crown you now, let me sing and bow and kiss the heels of your trident stance.
Tides, and the ties that bind force me to anchor your heart to my skin and my bedpost.
Underneath the waves of the sheets we can once again rule the seas.
Hold my soul in your hands like the ocean in a tiny glass, drink me in and swim.
Certainty is the shore I’m searching for, the land on my horizon.