Aeaean LamentCome with medown to the greengrey waterwhile the spirals and whirlpools of sand;like the crests of my fingertips -those whorls and wheels-while Scylla and Charybdis made dry,scour this place clean.You never claimed to knowwhat you might findwhen once you navigated your way home.I never claimed to know less than everything:but still my charms and swayscould not this isle keep safe from storm.Here, on this shorematted with the organic -thick with death from the sea jellyfish arms tipped with mild poisonsand kelp arms slick with hints of thoughtand our armsso nearly entwined so nearly.Ask me once,what was the name of that day.Ask me what those airstroked runesspelled out in the seafoamhad to dowith our futures.Ill point to the mingled impressionsof our thighsin this sandstroked shore.like the prophecy of drunken sybils,these glyphs of passion,where wave after wavecrested over our entwined hands.Ask me once,and I will pointto where year
Pluralite es MondesThat morning we set our shipon redrust waterways.Dust-heavy skies, a saffron stormhanging over Hellas Planitia.You hopedwe could outrun the sandstorm;I kept silent,waiting for the second moon to rise.You at the once-white triangleof sail,catching long wind off that distant dust sea.I, rudderless, poled the shallowsof broad canali,evading sandbars, too common these days,and dreamed of blue.Cities on the too-nearhorizons; adobe stairstepsand tall, narrow doorways.Redrock gardenshiding labyrinthine paths.'We're getting offthis godforsaken rock.'You talked of the silver orbital planeson Olympus Mons,of the frontier arks desperatefor warm bodies tofreeze for a hundred years,of water planets and binary suns.'This place is a footnote,they gave it up two centuries past.And I for one will not missthe dust.'I nodded; I did not want todampen your fever.Tears here were wastedon red dust, thin air.Still, the small comfort ofgravity in my bones, andthe ye
blind lifedawn thought my hands were yours -in bluewash light these paleand bloodless bundles of liescould do nothing but tap out my destructionon your spine.i'm spineless.i'm deep sea creatures,strange evolutions,crowded close in the dark against yourdeep world heat.my fangcrowned jaws are bigger than my heart:faintly bioluminescent baitsweeps the currents before me;blind, i wait, openmouthed.the monsters here don't need shadows.slow dawn light never falls this far.look, there's life, twisted,in this sea beneath a gulf yawning.this nest of brittle bones and soft muscle,a depletion born of pressures we couldbarely withstand.i grasp, blindly, with brittleclawcrowned hands clasped like jawsaround your warmlight spine.in this dark, monster that i am:i wait, i wait for dawn.