Atlantic Aubade
Somewhere along this coast your body
moves as it once did, beside mine, in sleep.
Your shores are doubly as frigid and thrash
toward jagged cliffs still unlit with the sun’s reprieves.
I dreamt of water’s cruelty slumbering aside you,
murky morning haunts
where I fought for the last ribbon of air,
still swallowed by the singularity
of infinite seas.
Drowning was easy when I recalled
I’d wake to the ebb of your breathing
and that this was also suffocation.
The first horns of daybreak bellow.
We were only cargo freight drifting
lightless over the fathoms––
mere lonely vessels traversing
the nothing they were made for.
