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

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,

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

Diamonds, dripping slowly
from a seaworn sky.

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Holes and a series of rabbits — my debut poetry collection — now available! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B089RRRGXX/

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