Charybdis Smile (Potentiality Pt. 2.5) 1/01/06

There’s a ring on my finger that keeps me afloat
So I won’t drown in the sea of your eyes:
This life-preserver that keeps me from tasting
The salt which underneath lies.
That Sea, untamed and untrue, which courses
‘round the Bacchanal black in the midst,
Would suck me under with a roar like thunder
Then leave me cold like a fish.