TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT

 

Seep, seep,

slowly shifting,

sea skirts shore, holy

water washing in,

anointing,

 

bless us, blessed,

in warm and wanted

waves

 

that widen

as we watch,

as we welcome,

 

unaware

of being

too welcome.

 

Seep, sweep,

seduce the shore

into submissive

before you break

the kiss off and beat

the beach

with your

 

creep, creep,

 

see it sweep,

this cut

of current

curving into claws

 

creeping

 

over sands now shady,

shaking under surface

of the seas

 

now crashing,

current rising,

drowning,

 

desiring, destroying.

 

Creep,

 

seas slashing,

sand bashing,

 

creep, creep,

deep devouring,

searching, scouring,

 

see it sliver and slice,

cold current

 

cold as ice,

 

wicked waves

waging, wanting

 

more and more

of the slipping shore.

 

Creep, creep,

how they seep,

how they creep

from calm and quiet

 

serpents sweeping

from seas

we thought to be

slumbering, now salivating

salacious over skin,

 

tearing, taking, twisting.

 

We thought you

wanted less

 

but you turned

your tides

to currents cunning,

running away

with more and more,

leaving us with less and less…

 

Creep!

 

Seep from this shore,

this skin

now sore,

 

ripped raw to the core.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

 

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