In This / Poetry

In This / Poetry

Grass, bending, inwards 

Curled like me, to you

To seas

lapping, curving, 

 pulsing, carving 

Shearing voices a little, 

a lot, crushing shells under

 bare feet, tasting 

salty ground, saying 

kiss me

Kiss me Kiss me

Under velvet, over sand

 electric thoughts and

wet skin shakes, in this

In this, In this, In this

I love you – come!

draw dawn out 

from sharks teeth – come! 

 sink my scars with the

dying ships

Come, please come

 cut the sky in 

shapes I 

never knew