by Kat Cox
(03/19/08)

         for Rab, in Scotland

Oh baby,
it's just one ocean
only a tear from God's eye
Gulliver would just step across
into the arms of his waiting maid,
keening on the salt scraped shore
petticoats windflown
naked thighs blistered with cold,

but at her center
the saltsweet cleft
her being
her beginning
her ending
as hot as the Saharan plain under noon fire
as the core of the sun
as a steel mill at full shift,

a shocking hot pink bloom
wide open
an unheard of sea creature
pulling sucking at you
with tiny muscles unseen
an anatomy lesson
like none you've had before.

Oh baby, step across.
come across.
It's just one ocean.

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