Dark Ride

I found the promise
that branded your skin
as you shoved through the mist,
and rain.
Those were the days of walking
and
endless time,
when even whispers
lingered on the air and lips
and
body parts.

When the madness that I
carried in my pocket,
was freely shared,
when the blood racing was
important
and the chest hammering
was a
Friday occurrence and
the edge water crept
closer and closer.
I lost my sight that drooling night
when we spoke
names and spells,
hoping to capture
the elusive
and snare the faith that
would free our flesh.

But even lips tremble
on this dark ride and
the passing of days,
unbeknownst to hands
and caldron eyes, spool
away, with no regard of
return.

With the sea surging
in my vision,
the ocean selkie was you,
the tides ebbed
and with the tide
we traveled from
water to memory.

Surviving the name choosing
and changing
that captured us,
froze us until
there were the entrails of prophecies
that we shared,
each
devouring it piece by piece.

Just before dawn,
bits of abandoned
night dissolve on tongue and
lips as the dark whispers into
our flesh,
and we
tumbled and shook
on this dark ride, till
we awoke.