BATHYMETRY AT 3.A.M You're naked under my blanket the clouds weigh heavy in my window curled in our poetry your sedulous cartography to map the depths of me you sound the floor so delicately and brave the swells so dangerously as the crackling signal bristles with energy electric storm fury wild and free I am an open sea I ignite the detritus and the churning debris the night sky calls to me to raise my flames and exhaust the reach of the burn raking me to embers I am the throes you toss and turn in -RaggedThePoet & AryaSunyata