Postcard 159

You are the ocean in my arms
I'm desperate to be warm and dry
You're the ocean in my arms
Your water's cold, your waves are high

You're the ocean in my arms
and not a drop to drink
You're the ocean in my arms
I sink. I sink. I sink

The Sea, the Sea!
Ceto's fright is Ceto's hold
The sailors' stories are desperate told

You're the ocean in my arms
What part of you is it I'm holding?
You're the ocean in my arms
and I am finally drowning

You're the ocean in my arms
You're soft, You're full. You're wet
You're the ocean in my arms
I'm crushed beneath your depths

The Sea, the Sea!
It's old Poseidon's awful hand
The sailors' stories are only told on land

You're the ocean in my arms
Your water fills my lungs
You're the ocean in my arms
I'm done for. I am done

You're the ocean in my arms
I feel the pull of that old moon
You're the ocean in my arms
I know the songs they sing of you