in the deep

oh, you wire waisted
lace-straightened grace laden
heart beholden siren, you cannot be
held or felt or signed or spelt
by these airy hands, no.

this immaterial heart will not beat
for the shallower water that cannot
wash away the stealth of your song
twisting tendrils around variable beat.  

adrenalin is my boat and i
am sinking as tides rise high,
as sky sighs over the skin of silence
between your notes falling like rain.  

i cannot put the drops back into clouds like
we cannot steal the salt from the louder ocean
for your eyes cry crystals that crush
the endless mill and fill the bottomless
spill of lightless depths, your niche
no human eye can see, your story
no human voice can leave, and yet

we do not believe.