fathom

and since you asked,
yes, this is how
I always see you:

grinning, unchaste,
eyes a
bright toxic viridian,
like a bowlful of
Mediterranean sky;
like an ocean

sliced open at the
meridian,
baring its frigid depths,

each tentacled squid,
each sucker and fin and
poisonous thing,

parted for me
as if I were Moses,
as if you were the Red Sea,
as if I could see

every wild thing
that teems within you