Oh water water on my sea,
If I say, yes, if I say
That I am not for you
Then, know no lack of love
Of mine pushed me from your bed.

Your love is steeper than
A whim of a woman can climb into.
You are the line by which
I draw the world.

These downward twirling feathers
Are only savage caricatures
Etched in charcoal, a muffled sketch
White threads hugging a stick
Without your mind to set them on fire!

My blankets wear the calligraphy of
Your ink, my poems written by
Our drying dried juices.
There's no almond to be shelled here,
A white lady soaked free of her brown frock.

Water water on my sea.