Psalm at (to) the Sea

your curves: too numerous
for regimental organization
yet marching step-less
to every horizon

your sound (your only sound):
hushes my mind as i
lay on top of you

your motion: a lullaby
beckoning my body
to stillness

if i wake and
dare
attempt walking over
any inch
of your skin-

(especially the deep
cold parts where
your secret blues become
bruised black darkness)

-you knock me down
drown me with
lung-fulls of you
then,
swallow me whole

if empowered to
remove your lethal attributes
with a touch of my toe
i would cut off my feet

for i desire not
to change you approachable
but rather to know
everything
and approach without accessories
to make you accessible-safe

i want to touch your all-
with my nakedness

(though your deadly mysteries
and horrific wonders
overwhelm my
small humanity
unto death)