Fata Morgana
stood at the sea’s border
partition of the elements
where pebbles meet the crashing wave
in a well-mannered handshake
I see you in the horizon line
fata morgana
heiress of hovering
blurring the hem
of sky above sea
floating fantasy of a bluenose
you’re the space in between
I’ll be your cursed sailor
I’ll be your scarlet king
I forget how to swim
but I’m in far too deep
delightful is the drowning
gleaming are the the bubbles
stumbling to a halt
picturesque regicide
ripe rite of sacrifice
collapsing at the joint
to a kneel at the surface
I couldn’t stay angry with you
catch me with a riptide
and escort me home
to the invalid return address
to whichever
pocket of the sea
dilute my bones in lakes to rivers
I feel your heartbeat
beneath my own ribs
like a wake
the distant disturbance
swell of the glass pool
blindfold me
so I can’t be sure
if I’m dreaming
in the final act
