Lost at sea

bed pitches and plunges, like a small row boat

 stranded in tsunami of twisted

   wet sheets.

body hunches against sea spray,

   head collapsed into hands

taste of life slipping away.

tears as torrents gauge ravines, deeper than the memory of  love;

    brittle promises splinter from the hull

  piercing the plundered heart,

destruction beginning with smallest of leaks.

   hand soft,

middle of back.

 bed pitches and plunges

making him gasp.

    ocean snaps and spits, seething and surging

   crescendo of bone marrow

fractures, as

         constraint and trap snap.

  ten years gone,

              lost at sea.

now the Anchor rope     Unwound Undone,

                                                                          Unfurled

                                                                                                Unbecome.

ocean silent and still

   drifting on endless blue horizon

 freedom,

       long desired, much hoped for

   now threatens to pin him

to the ocean floor.