Dear Uncle Sigmund, wish you were here

we balked into the
deep white ocean
blue forever, skin of sky on sea

the wind roared like a
mute child past my ears, the
weightless wet beneath my footskin
shuddered, sucked and
heaved

Here was I, blinking ever
further from the shore
and falling
sideways
into soft, clear
rock

Over the hum of the speedboat
ploughing eternity stuck in my throat
I watch myself
fog over in the
dappled, broken
sky

behind my searing eyelids
forever humbles through me in waves
lame, I ride on mountaintops
or flide into the hubble
of this skin
of water-wind
Poseidon, I caress you

And as the prickle cuts
my skin
I lap
our saline secret slumber
from my scalding cheek

forget Oedipus
Uncle Sigmund, and let the sea
splash open - it will smile