Moving through the sea
On a teakettle of foam.
We danced and sang, embracing our plight.
I love you
I love me
I love us
Even as we whittle away the time left
With the marks of our heels
And the strikes of our hands.
I love you
I love me
I love us
If the end is a wine dark sea
And a stagnant depth,
Then let me move with you once more
Until the foam dissolves.
So many original images!
“tea kettle of foam” – easy for me to see this
“wine dark sea” — layers of possible interpretations
Still pondering: What is the plight they’re embracing?