Oyster girl

 

Skin raw from sea salt wind

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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