Oyster girl

Skin raw from sea salt
light blazes merciless stings grooves
bones heavy: salt heavy moon heavy:
mind on overload whirling with the twist
of life’s congruence.

I wait to split wide like the oysters
shrunk with your acid
tart and bitter sweet,
the salt contracting muscle
till I drown in moon’s tide.

I keep waiting
morphing into sand
stemming pride :
I was for you a beautiful aside
you were for me the pivot of my life

I keep waiting
for the crash
to suck me under.

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