The Ocean isn’t afraid to kiss the sky Goodnight

Notice has been percolating throughout justifiable auditions.
I’ve seen you try to stave off
chimney tops spiraling out of cracking planets.
Watch your step,
those hands of yours must be careful
handling cosmic deviations
even if the constellations spell your name
and know your face
and love the lines at the corners of your eyes
as they appear when you swallow sunsets.

When the world watches too much,
slip below.
Don’t be afraid of the dark
or the pressure it lays on the high ridges of your shoulders,
sunlight is only an option when it stings
the door handles of easy communication.
Come, be chemosynthetic…
challenge yourself, challenge others into hydrothermal laughter,
the basements jumping beneath your feet
only locks you in place.
Dig your thighs into tidal mantles
pulling and rising, dropping and turning,
I’ll not fault you for the divergence tugging at your torso.

Whoever told you that you were wrong
for the rumbling in your bones,
ignore them,
chain their words on the bottom of batholiths
treat yourself to the mysteries you stir up
in that savagery of your tsunamis.
All those fault lines in your skin
are treasure maps waiting for exploration,
only settle on earthen/ocean greetings
when the person beside you erupts
in violent anticipation that
reorganizes the landscape of your contentment.
You are beautiful destruction
natural everythings
scattered anythings.
Remember, the sun only meets the moon upon its death
and within the moon’s birth, breaths ’until tomorrow’.