Love (Revised)

My first tremble
was a tip-toing
upon the surface
of the ocean eyes
glistening gaze
through the storm
into the waves
their currents
still crash
calmly electrically
into me

I dove into the
silent silence
Into a corked bottle
I placed my will
Giving it to
the ocean.

No longer aware of
the sun, swimming
with no way
of knowing how
to turn in I give into
the strangled womb
my body swollen
I turn blue
Bottling the ocean