I now know much, my love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your hands still strong but less safe in my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your steel gray gaze always focused on the distance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I now know much my love, and yet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My reality remains undefined but soon explored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Often you left to roam so great an unknown as me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your strong, rough hands upon my hair,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your gray-eyed gaze focused on my face<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Often you left me to make<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Known the unknown and me a lesser certainty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Weeping and lonely through<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Childbirth and longing you left me and us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your hand upon the great wooden wheel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your feet firmly planted on waves of fresh water steel,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know you, my love, along with storm and churning sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know your love for what is vast and not tamable;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ice in September, shipwreck in November.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buffeted by howling wind, your back straighter<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only I am frailer; My ghost upon the shore<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Longing for more now than you and your steel water gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now sit upon your chair, solid on rocky shores,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sand in your shoes, the wind softly upon your neck and chin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Make the mistake of me safe within my grave<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smile a thin satisfied line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My love, look upon who I am and do not recognize<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your ghost, your Steel Water<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In heavy heated August I freeze the blood of men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As flesh and blood I was a wisp of mist<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At death a ghost without a properly mourned grave,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As a crashing wave, now your proper lover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come one last time, challenge the ‘she,’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the vast freshwater sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come one last time to steel ice, steel wind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to clarify that I am the reality of what men love best,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that which drowns and screams down their death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I now know much, my love<\/p>\n
Your hands still strong but less safe in my mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[11,15,22,9,25],"class_list":["post-96","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-amwriting","tag-fridayreads","tag-poetry","tag-poettues","tag-great-lakes"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=96"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":898,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96\/revisions\/898"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=96"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=96"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=96"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}