Whale Song
Written in loving memory of Geoff. RIP buddy.
I want to go to the ocean and find you
Clear imprints of my feet on pale sands
The ocean's breath whimpering an appologetic song
For the way it devoured you.
Seaweed parting from the shoreline
Crustations detaching from algea-slick stones
The undertoe sitting still and pensive
Like a dog scolded for stealing from the trash.
I want to go to the ocean, and find you
Find you interweaved with the bitter water
Not floating and fractured
Not anything less than what you had been
Not a casuality of the Atlantic
I want to go to the ocean, and find you
As something blended into the earth
Your fingers curling slowly, your hands
bidding me greeting In the form of a wave
Foaming in the near distance
And smashing once arriving at my ankles
Grabbing my shins and holding me in
A vice grip of cold seawater.
Sea-gulls swooning overhead
harboring the tempo of your laugh.
An abusive March wind
Rapeing the Narraganset beach territory
But it's nothing more than a sharp
and clever
gust of your breath on my neck and shoulders
As if you snuck up behind me
Proud of your stealth.
I want to go to that ocean, and fucking find you.
I don't want to see them in their scuba gear
re-surfacing you.
I want to go to that ocean
and lay on the damp sands
grains attaching themselves to my clothes
and goosebump-teased skin.
Drag my index finger across the sand,
and in fact, be traceing the landscape
of your spine, the lighthouse from
across the bay radiating the hues of
your eyes on me in a lazy, relaxed
seriese of blinks.
After familiarizing myself
with your coastal being
I want you to coax me into you
Your new vocals becoming the
relentless hum n' drone of the waves
Asking and pleading why I won't come in
Just for a minute
Just to feel you again.
I want to fucking go to the ocean, Geoff
and walk into the water like a soldier.
Knees bent to my belly button with each stride
High-stepping over you when you playfully
try to get my face wet with your aquatic flavor.
Once I'm in
And my lips turn purple from your tempature
Since it is completely irrational to swim with you in March
I will submerge
And inhale
And you'll be inside my chest
Inflateing my lungs with your new salt-water blood.
Seizing my muscles with your embrace
Dragging me out into your belly
Losing boyancy fast, my head no longer breaking the surface
I want to go to the ocean, hon.
And fall to the bottom of you
Sit indian style with your new sea-creature friends
Watching mermaids do syncronized dancing
On the ocean floor
Mermaids you sent for me
Trying to show me a mirror of your essence
Careless and beautiful
I want to go to that ocean
And lay on the bottom of it with you
Look up through the water
At the distorted light of daybreak.
Reach over without looking and touch
the coral that has become your bones.
I want to go to that ocean
Sing along with the whale songs
underwater with you
Open my eyes without any stinging sensation
Grab the dorsal fin of a dolphin
You could straddle the shell of a sea turtle
And we could ride those tidal waves forever.
I want to go to the ocean and find you
Clear imprints of my feet on pale sands
The ocean's breath whimpering an appologetic song
For the way it devoured you.
Seaweed parting from the shoreline
Crustations detaching from algea-slick stones
The undertoe sitting still and pensive
Like a dog scolded for stealing from the trash.
I want to go to the ocean, and find you
Find you interweaved with the bitter water
Not floating and fractured
Not anything less than what you had been
Not a casuality of the Atlantic
I want to go to the ocean, and find you
As something blended into the earth
Your fingers curling slowly, your hands
bidding me greeting In the form of a wave
Foaming in the near distance
And smashing once arriving at my ankles
Grabbing my shins and holding me in
A vice grip of cold seawater.
Sea-gulls swooning overhead
harboring the tempo of your laugh.
An abusive March wind
Rapeing the Narraganset beach territory
But it's nothing more than a sharp
and clever
gust of your breath on my neck and shoulders
As if you snuck up behind me
Proud of your stealth.
I want to go to that ocean, and fucking find you.
I don't want to see them in their scuba gear
re-surfacing you.
I want to go to that ocean
and lay on the damp sands
grains attaching themselves to my clothes
and goosebump-teased skin.
Drag my index finger across the sand,
and in fact, be traceing the landscape
of your spine, the lighthouse from
across the bay radiating the hues of
your eyes on me in a lazy, relaxed
seriese of blinks.
After familiarizing myself
with your coastal being
I want you to coax me into you
Your new vocals becoming the
relentless hum n' drone of the waves
Asking and pleading why I won't come in
Just for a minute
Just to feel you again.
I want to fucking go to the ocean, Geoff
and walk into the water like a soldier.
Knees bent to my belly button with each stride
High-stepping over you when you playfully
try to get my face wet with your aquatic flavor.
Once I'm in
And my lips turn purple from your tempature
Since it is completely irrational to swim with you in March
I will submerge
And inhale
And you'll be inside my chest
Inflateing my lungs with your new salt-water blood.
Seizing my muscles with your embrace
Dragging me out into your belly
Losing boyancy fast, my head no longer breaking the surface
I want to go to the ocean, hon.
And fall to the bottom of you
Sit indian style with your new sea-creature friends
Watching mermaids do syncronized dancing
On the ocean floor
Mermaids you sent for me
Trying to show me a mirror of your essence
Careless and beautiful
I want to go to that ocean
And lay on the bottom of it with you
Look up through the water
At the distorted light of daybreak.
Reach over without looking and touch
the coral that has become your bones.
I want to go to that ocean
Sing along with the whale songs
underwater with you
Open my eyes without any stinging sensation
Grab the dorsal fin of a dolphin
You could straddle the shell of a sea turtle
And we could ride those tidal waves forever.