The Lover of Gaia

As the dark sky closes in, the lover of Gaia
Caresses her soft shores with whispered words
And a touch so light she faints at the embrace.
Swiftly the night engulfs them both and
The Lapis Lazuli vault mirrors the indigo depths
Of the jewel flecked, tender, sensual Sea
As they join in dangerous, urgent, deceptive union.

The steady hiss and rush as the tide turns,
Claiming a greater stake in the compliant Earth,
As she capitulates, releasing herself to his embrace
The deceptively gentle lover claims his sacrifice.
Sweeping tiny living things protesting from her shore
He feeds his life-lust, and satiated, spits the detritus
Out upon the damp sea sand of her sorrowing water’s edge.

As suddenly as his heady blandishments drew her in,
The Sea turns and, hastily fleeing Gaia’s anxious grasp,
Retreats into his safe haven, leaving the slow tendrils
Of the withdrawing tide as a memory of love past.
In the Sea’s deepest soul he hears the echo of the siren cry,
Gaia calling for a lover lost, a Cyclops eye pierces the night;
His mother’s son seeking in the darkness at her behest.