Neptune’s Pursuit
God of trident and thrusting current,
god whose wet muscles pin me to sand
and hold me down while you fill
every space of my body—
even your gentlest current drags us out,
leaves known shores unreachable.
Nude god behind a blue planet’s drape,
I would fight your saline kiss
and all that followed.
When you clutch a girl in your crests,
with few strokes can she pull her own way.
I do not float willingly.
I toe your edge, touch driftwood fingers,
let a boy swing me in his arms but not keep me.
His white is your foam.
His skin oozes clear salt.
When he moves to swell over me,
I have already swum away.
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