THE WEAVE:

Venus speaks

to the breaking tide…

"The breath moves
through the body like
sludge.  Raking

over me with melancholy.
Heavy. Under.
Towing

out to Tides
that no longer 
compel me, or draw me

in.  Out
to lines I no longer
reel in, knowing

only Death does pull
upon the End,
like a Great shark,

hunting me, without
sweetness.  Out to you,
remembered, and not

unSeen, but ignored.
I have no more pieces
of my Heart, like chum

to bait for you."