An Ode to the Broken Coast

I've lost a lot of lovers to the sea, a story of the ages, just beginning to be told. Behold, and witness the majesty and poetry that flows from me...

I've cried a thousand tears of grief as I allow the many broken bedfellows to fall to the wayside and float away, when my perfect storm isn't strong enough to hold a soul, I have to let it go.

My selkie skin is wet within, don't try to entrap me, keep me on land.

I am far too free to be held in the hands of any one man and I will sing a siren song to sailors lost at sea, calling them to the depths of me.

Catching lost boys like flies in spiderweb weaving, dreams of becoming more than what we are.