Aquarelle
Foam-lipped bivalves weave byssus threads
Like calloused hands oysters deposit
Decked in velvet coolness,
Tongue curls back to robe the mouth
Squeezing from shrouded sands
Sickle bending, enameled eddying
Nocturnal plains of diamond diligence roll
In bruised crooks the sound of metal surged softly backward
Struck
Cold water rushes in
Ligaments flicker, shiver
Tendons tense, snap
Friction-lanced skin, thrown wide
Steel unsaddled
Now light and marrow
Eyes sink back into empty jam jar sockets
Repose in limpid liquefaction
Lapping waves lull
Tempest terminus
Through the running tide and distant deeps
Silver fish spring in serried ranks
Resist the billows and the sky