Forks and Spoons and Silver Moons

Together we turned a distant round
it felt so idle
But coming up beyond her mound
My aim was to sow what the seed had decided

You were silver, green and black
Everything that water wants
We both had to stand right back
Whilst the gods planted a bright and frothy dawn

*

A gun that blows, right or wrong
Her reach, her hands, her song
Skin of slick black slate caked in moss
In these thin arms I’ll cart the cost

Coral water moves so quickly
It gushes onto every pore
Hot and sweet clear and sticky
Here, we all thirst for more

*

Forks and spoons and silver moons
Claw their livings on the sand
I found you thrashing at your runes
I saw you smiling, you had the ocean in your hand

 

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