Salty whisper of an ancient knowing creeps across my skin,
forgotten kisses of the ocean, Atlantis calling me home. Atlas,
where now is your Father, Poseidon? For I beg his attendance.
Rise now, King, to your rightful throne among the waves and
I shall swim in your embrace your essence entangled within
the interwoven matrix of my spirit. Poseidon hear now
my wishes, lay upon my skin your gentle ocean kisses.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)