Tyrrhenia

You move the seas

I swallow the Ocean

You smell of salt breeze

My pulse stops in your sulfur,

Lithium vent clouds

Tresspass trenches of sonnet

Lady of rocks;

Your scream is my promise.

Conch, crushes on bed

Kelpies they gallop

Crabs cutting through net

Pluck on corpse

The fisherman found in.

Talons you bore,

Take my face and you ground it.

Your sound I adore

Before the last lighthouse goes out...

-Swim-