Sunrise, We'll Go Down Together

Water rail of the first high tide
Holds dreams to urgency of morning,
Bluest sirens serenade Hospitals
Birthing certificates of sad news
 
The sea is calm today.
Wraps her secrets like a sniper folds
Fired bullets into torn negligee
 
Succulent is the taste of anticipation
Wet are the waves between thighs,
Castles were built by tender/rough hands
Arrow mortars lay bricks across village’d lands
 
Night time hustlers are still bedded
Awaiting emotional air raids to blitz their days.
Hold still in sacred silences
Sacraments are found in the gentlest of breeze  
 
P(r)eached by honey’ed fall
Juices drip-dance a feral semaphore.
Becomings Homecomings Dawnings,
It’s hard to crystallise Hiraeth
When the sky is your only home