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