The Lost City
A faceless figure, I stood in the blue water
Letting the current sway my hips in a naturally provocative dance;
Gauging the distance, the risk, of giving in to escape, to reject chance
The floor, layered with broken bits of shell and coral, consumed me, my feet
Hungry enough to devour whatever it will;
Open holes, smiling mouths from Hades enticing friendly visits to the underworld
An oath immersed, followed by the muffled responses of a confession
By a god on a mission, to be the King of the sea;
To subject the curious to rules and gestures of an all-knowing authority.
To claim the throne of the unattainable, the lost city.
I am grateful for the next three days. ❤