I could whisper a secret into a lost bottle
kiss it, and seal it, and cast it out onto
the bottom of the earth’s deepest ocean
and some weeks later
it would reach your pale-skinned shoreline,
Six thousand impossible miles away
because the sea never sleeps.
The tide is a slave to the sun and the moon,
the waves crack whips, “faster,
Faster, you’re not dead yet!
Deliver these lines to his desired