In a voice writhing on the outskirts of my
rasping lungs, is the red avalanche of whispers;
be the sunlight splitting the sea
"Touch me.
Oh God
just touch me."
Drive under the rain lashing against
a soul and splinter the dark with light,
be the mouth stealing my starlit sand soft lips
be the eyes crying for my moon skin:
"Have me.
Fuck
just use me."
Be the sunlight splitting the sea,
be the veins in a hand my fingers overlap,
be the smile gleaming off the silver tide,
be the face reflex in the blue skies...
Stop this imagination, from ending my mind:
Oh God
"Someone, you,
just hold me."