Down to the Waterline

I felt the sea winds
on her breath,
Calling out the open window

and down the rows
above the far off
rumbling ships.

Mourning light spilled
like blood
across the dark, blue walls

into stinging eyes
looking up from the floor.
Another day, they said.

Another day trapped
in this room
Filled with desire as it is,

Lined with the beasts of burden
and all attention centred
on that single point

by the wall.
I felt the sea winds
on her breath,

Calling out the open window,
not to me.

down to the waterline

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