You were a strong armed lover
Learned in the song of your mother
Impatiently, you crooned
Illustrated by the wounds
Left by the harms of some other
And I am the storm of a century
A windswept form in an endless sea
Surely, you could drown
In all my rain, come falling down
But I want to see you swim to me
If you were four fathoms deep
With the tide too steep
Would you lay your body down
And let the ocean make you sleep?
Four fathoms deep
In all the tears I would weep
Would you let me keep,
Let me keep
You?
-m.m.d. 2020
Photographs by George Streng