In great ocean chasms
orgasmic currents churn
to return
to the surface
all the organics that
life puts to purpose.
The oceans and space
intermingle, interface
much more intimately
than the rock of planets
alone can possibly do
under a star’s effusive
steady spew
of incandescent karma.
Yet though we are born to crawl
this sphere of lith
we cleanse ourselves
of its signature:
filth
with copious submissions to sea.
Likewise, Earth bathes itself
by tiding its waste
and thereupon procuring
a taste
of the rarest of all cosmic notions:
seduction by an ocean.
I, too, know I’ll fade to sky someday
like a puddle disappearing.
The drink of wetness held within
Is much too shallow, spread too thin
to postpone the fatal fearing.
So let us churn while churn we can
as liquid woman and lithic man
And let me dip while yet I stay
with a plop and splash
and chance to play
in the motion of your ocean.
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