The wave thermidor the blue white waves

The wave thermidor the blue white waves

The wave thermidor the blue white waves
And I bend and lean into her,
And ask her why she’s throwing skeletons to the sea bottom.
I bend into her, and she laughs, the laughing is scorn, scorn wanting to be elation,

That problem why she’s so potently revolutionary, her body an oceanic moon
To the thermidor demon that possesses her water.

Love, do it quickly!


- Anatol Cordua © 2017