when I think of you, I taste salt.
those fingernail tears -
your hands as streams, how
you held me
against the waves of breath
your mouth blew into my palm
like kisses on my unformed stomach.
when I think of you, my fingers are blue -
the colour of your eyes
and early tide as
you held me
afloat, I kicked circles
you traced on
your love’s swollen stomach.
my fingers wear the wrinkles of your
skin in this water;
the shadow of early tide
takes your shape as
you held me
on your shoulders -
I stood on them and saw the glittering
surface of the water that smiled
like you.
your heart echoes in my chest;
it catches the beat of a
slow waltz tempo to
the dancing ocean and
blue, blue, blue.
those fingernail tears -
your hands as streams, how
you held me
against the waves of breath
your mouth blew into my palm
like kisses on my unformed stomach.
when I think of you, my fingers are blue -
the colour of your eyes
and early tide as
you held me
afloat, I kicked circles
you traced on
your love’s swollen stomach.
my fingers wear the wrinkles of your
skin in this water;
the shadow of early tide
takes your shape as
you held me
on your shoulders -
I stood on them and saw the glittering
surface of the water that smiled
like you.
your heart echoes in my chest;
it catches the beat of a
slow waltz tempo to
the dancing ocean and
blue, blue, blue.