Oyster girl

 Skin raw from sea salt windlight blazes merciless stings groovesbones heavy: salt heavy moon heavy:mind on overload whirling with the twistof life’s congruence. I wait to split wide like the oystersshrunk with your acidtart and bitter sweet,the salt contracting muscletill I drown in moon’s tide. I keep waitingmorphing into sandstemming pride :I was for you a beautiful asideyou were for me the pivot of my life I keep waitingfor the crashto suck me under.