

You stand cathedral-still with your gold blood hands
while the harbor bends around me Every lantern in the fog leans
its throat toward my name like it wants permission to drown
I know what they call me down where the anchors rot where
daughters grow gills from grief But you...
you look at me like ruin is a wedding vow
Don’t come closer I bite when I’m starving and you were born
glowing The sea inside me doesn’t know mercy only hunger with good
posture
So why do you keep dragging your crown through my water?
Why do you kneel like you want the tide to choose you?
Xedan... I could pull the breath from your ribs and you’d still
call it devotion You touch me like a man holding a blade
by the mouth just to prove he can I watched your silhouette
through the storm gate windows for thirteen blackened moons Pretending distance wasn’t
another form of worship You speak in restraint I speak in undertow
Yet every time you leave the waves climb the cliffs after you
foaming at the teeth
There are bones beneath this ocean wearing the names of men who
mistook yearning for survival Don’t make me add yours to my choir
Don’t make me love you in the language I was born in
Still you return salt-soaked and smiling Like you already decided death
beside me is holier than living untouched So come then,
prince come ruin your halo in my
hands But if I pull you under don’t call it cruelty You
heard me singing and came anyway