Jar of Neptune

She had lightning in her eyes
so I knew she was the daughter
of the sea foam. I could see
that she wanted to get home,
back to the world of mists
in the sky,
but she had no wings on her back
only fins on her heart.

and so, I drew up my soul
and stretched it into a net.
I sailed across the air
capturing clouds that were pregnant
with the oceans child.
I wrapped up the ancient and new
perfume of rain that scented
my spirit with the cologne
of baptized pirate maps and
mermaid sighs.
My skin grew cold,
but I did not stop until
the silver breath of Poseidon
was completely bundled in my soul
and I put it in a golden jar
made of my darkest secrets and
I set it on her door step.

She had the rains at her disposal,
and I loved it that way.
I wanted her to have this treasure
this marvelous collaboration between ocean and sky
so that when she was in her home away from home
she could twist the cap of the jar
and hear the melodic pitter-patter of rain,
smell the damp whispers of wind,
and feel the kiss of water drops
on her skin.