I swam through waves of dishonour to sleep with you
the slime getting caught in my hair
and then it scaled my face and I lost my sight
and yet still I swam to you
Over the end and at the edge of the pier
splinters ran through my feet
and when waving people ran for the guard
still I sat for you
White birds blasted,
their freedom cocky and sure,
and they screeched and laughed at the flightless sea lover
and as I chewed I spewed
my fingers bleeding
turning the blue sea mauve
Sucking over the wounds I trawled the shore
beating some pebbles to death
I was watched by British fools out for the day
stolid homely husbands complete in cheap clothes
putting up with dear wifey for the day
I swam through waves of dishonour because I liked your body and temper
but then waves travelled
taking me down
till I hit my head on some rock sense
and my eyes were bleached open
but smarted in agony
at a love deaded by drowning
Angela Norris
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