I know why the sea is a black dog –
And I know the velocity of his heartbeat –
He is playful, loyal, with a panting grin
That makes you grin back.
He lunges upwards to swallow us,
Thrashing fists into rocks in frustration,
As the lead strains him back.
I know why the sea tastes of black olives,
I know the stinging bees as you swallow,
The slap that would freeze ice.
I do not like the sea,
People think it is light blue,
Floaty dress fabric, but I know.
We try to dance across the surface,
With a million miles stretching below us,
Hungry and waiting.
I know each note in the sea’s swirling symphony,
And I know why the melody repeats to infinity.