My body has no language
without Your voice inside it
where essence
swims like a mermaid
in blood.
Sometimes you are the neck
of a ravening seagull
while I am the baby turtle
racing into Your throat.
Then we change positions
I am the mouth of a wave
You a drowning bird.
There is turmoil
only on the surface
of this ocean.
Beneath the dance
there is Your voice
feeding essence
giving words
to love.
