Death of Calypso

   
My shoulders boil the waters  
and I catch a sustaining breath,  
face to the full moon  
as the sea screams    
around my new corporeal form  
dripping with fury    
   
and desire  
   
my caprecious  
lips curl into a    
smile because  
you called for me  
on a dark sea,
lamenting the way your    
heart aches    
as if anchored to the    
bottom of the world  
   
I rise, flickering the night  
like a strobe light from hell
as my body unpeels  
from the obsidian ocean,  
and your mind    
sees me like a    
shimmer of heat  
on the asphalt    
   
You flinch  
at my cold hands  
against your neck,  
back straight  
lips closed  
arms crossed  
   
but you called…  
   
I’m here.  
   
Ready to sink the ship.  
   
Ready to maroon    
on an island where  
I try to make you    
love me  
   
and if I can’t,  
if I can’t…  
   
If I fucking can’t    
I’m ready to ruin you  
for mortals,  
to fuck humanity  
from your system    
until you’re a molecule  
of fury pounding  
against me as I shriek    
triumph to the  
defiled clouds    
bearing witness  
   
The rain comes and the ship  
lashes against open-water rapids  
and I lash against your body with my  
mouth, and hands,  
and sex,  
until you drown    
in the triangle  
juncture of my thighs  
   
CPR taste    
like my cunt    
when I push air    
into your lungs  
and pull life from  
where our bodies
are joined  
   
As quickly as a    
trade wind shifts  
so do the clouds in    
my eyes as they  
train on you  
soft    
with ill intent    
and mayhem  
   
and I need you  
   
I need you  
more  
 
the sea doesn’t give    
a flying fuck about us  
nor the wind  
or the rains    
or the tides  
   
but I do  
   
so I take you
into me
to sink    
slowly
beneath    
a tranquil sea  
   
and your exhale  
sustains me