What my love en/tails

I inhabit these rooms these
Watery walks with
Egyptian alabaster women

& genuine Angels,
calypso mermaids,
Very old seas that roar & sing

Songs of deep longing &
Unlonging. Certain days my body
Becomes the waves &
Grows to an ocean –

At least feels many depths at once
Always holding onto
The last spark of light
In the fast dark streets of this life

Love witch, sea witch,
These are shared waters & lands
& I am certain my body needs
A part of you like sand needs shore