Liz Cultivates | L.M. Fern

I wrote this and don’t really know what to do with it. In my poetry lately, I have been trying to use different kinds of line breaks and stanza breaks. Not sure what this one is doing here, but I like how it sounds it in my head. It’s a love poem, of course.

When I was a little girl the ocean sang to me with a voice of ambrosia
     something gold
     something good
i wasn’t sure what it would taste like

water fills its container
or at least that’s what
they told me

so

I fill a glass of salt water, keep
it in my bedroom
bring it to my lips in the night
when your dreams keep me awake

Your voice, the ocean’s voice
keeping me whole
keeping me sane

Being with you was like walking into 
     the ocean, but underwater i could
     breathe for the first time

There’s no one else in the room
     but i am submerged in you