Oh how the boat drifts...

I am waxing and waning.
Changing with the Moon's pull, I luminesce and then blacken in steady cycles.
Turning with the curves, singing in circles of pallor and shifting with the tides I pulse with secretive rhythm. I soak up the glow softly spilled onto the hollow points of my body. The inside of my elbows, the hollows of my throat, the curve of my spine all overflow with cool resignation.
A partnership with the ocean, all screaming waves and jagged rocks.