Waves

I am the ocean, waves still

When an old friend stays for too long

They never take the hint

The darkness of blood and flesh

In health and sickness

Pleas turn into on-hands-and-knees buckled over in a screeching winery

Help is for those who can perform the need for it

The skin peeling away from the constant dance looking for any sort of release

Red blotches from burning incessant heat

But I don’t want any of the thick congealing wine, I need the ocean back

I am the ocean, waves still

But…

What is more water to an ocean?

You cannot drown an ocean

Throw a bucket of water in and nothing happens

Even a gnashing all-consuming tsunami means nothing

in the middle of the vast ocean

But the ocean feels it

Melting icebergs sinking the seas

The ships desperately dragging themselves clenched knuckles, dirt in fingernails out from the waves but it is always six feet under

The horror of those you love getting used to your waterboarded cries

Tears soaking in and it all becomes one

I am the ocean, waves waiting still