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Seaworn
Dawn collects
in a slice of river across your chest,
widening towards the west.
Fingers extend
where blossoms collide,
just above the pale
Aqua rushes
of breath, pulsing through us as fawns
blinking hello morning.
We grow into hazy
hands, intertwined
branches of legs
cling, squeeze, twist —
contortions buoy us above rising
tides.
Heads dip in navy swirls, fingers
draft hidden treasures, locks
unfasten with feverish haste
As our bodies quicken, submerged
beneath turquoise jetties.
We are silk jets —
diving through the black
of an ancient star,
inching towards daybreak
while trapped inside the boundless night.
Pinholes of light race
to puncture us as seconds drop
in rivulets, succumbed
to blindness.
Schools of ecstatic fish course
through our veins — flailing, flopping,
thrashing, finding purpose along our shore.
Shuddering
in the softly humming light
we are scattered
Diamonds, dripping slowly
from a seaworn sky.
