Married to the Sea
Moored in morning

"Unfeeling armor" you say

Your arrows make the point

Blown in the winds of wifey whims
holding

Baiting breath on
sentences...

unfinished

Skin arched like a macabre black cat
Gentle products of a mean mother

Rattlesnake wine, hissing and licking

We are but governing bodies
Affects of gravity
Students of science