bed headed and sea legged
i rise to lay down
where many have lied
deep beneath the sky
the surface
the glass of wine
there is something in the corner of my eye

beheaded and unarmed
i watch you from afar
after hours underground
we turn our ships around
empty glass
unbound
no gun and my head tilted down

light-headed, lightly touched
dry my eyes and put me down
with shaky hands
in the underlands
unsober in deep slumber
fill my glass
you stay good and i’ll go bad

heavy-hearted, heavy breath
the cliffs are darker at the bottom
red wine stains
lilac veins
my neck wrapped
in anchor chains
give me to the sea again