Oceanic

Oceanic

Watch; watch she said;
The vision came to me,
Stilted on the blackness
The scenery, clocked in dusk.

So, I made out the waters
Rocking at the shore
The tied pulling and lapping,
Overpowering the beach edge.

Listen, she said, listen:
I heard no sound
No ache or need
From her heart,

Instead inhalation of night
Moulded oceanic
Sound of pounding
Struggle of earth aquatic

And the star that stroked
The seas shadows
Meeting in the sounds
We breathed together.