"rapture" by Ross Balcom

rapture

drowned 

"Liquid" Ink on Paper
By J. Artemus Gordon

in lunar backwash

night-stink

of the estuary

song

of silt and sadness

in the water

I will know

rapture

of dissolution

my molecules 

dispersed

lover,

taste me

when the tide

rolls over

your tongue

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes:  I conceived this poem while staring into my mind one evening. There I saw the moon and water and death. I saw myself drown.