ode of a paddle to the sea
gently disintegrate me
waves of primordial womb.
with the salty fangs of your froths
gnaw me into a tiniest dust
lest the sailing moon smell
the scent of my rancid solitude
sighing death beneath her golden hull.
i once waded against your current
whipping whirlpool upon whirlpool of youth
on the virginal azure of your flesh.
but your wounds heal faster than a whip
and me, oh, how swift my robust breath
succumbed to the tiniest of your ripples.
now a piece of broken pride, please
don’t send my body ashore. just
gently disintegrate me, my beloved tomb.