The Stories, The Poems, and The Prose of Nadine Sellers

the lamprey lays no eggs
stars glint no more
only waves of frantic pulse
lick the sand
at the foot of the gods

I shall steal the air
from your nostrils
and leave you on the beach
as a fish suffocating
your strands shining
under port lights
as you faint there
within me
where ends the West
and water meets the air
I shall find the cord
which makes you scream
to the hollow of entrails
where I shall inhabit you
one solitary moment

I shall wallow warm and humid
whip the winds about us
make the sands tremble
and startle the horses
that will transport us
then I shall hear the savage
wail within

to save her eternity
piercing with inner eye perceiving mystery once
and finally expiring softly there

the lamprey no longer lays eggs stars hesitate no more
only waves of virgin pulse
lap the sand at the foot of time