On the blasphemous sands I wrote you a Sonnet beneath your name Waves bowed before my feet Touching the hem of my aura, Willing the sea and west wind back But I am no Canute. All love is distant And I will fill your footprints with tears I will drown like the Egyptians For the weight of water Is lighter than this burden of lost love. When you stare in to the ocean Feeling your breasts beneath a canescent moon I will watch you from our sea bed In a fixed gaze smiling, waiting, yearning Impatient like our dying Sun Outside shining Inside burning. On the eighth day you will come to me Naked as the sea which carried you We will swim and drown unnoticed For in death We are Protean’s pulse.