Untitled III

Volatile,
I am ripped by wind
and shaken
port side
into the sea.
 
You peel off my layers
until I am
bone bare.
 
Is this what you wanted?
 
To see cartilage
shipwrecked on the bed,
sheets torn and soaked with sweat?
 
I can scream a storm,
bite like thunder
lightning flash you fear
teeth sinking deep
into blue-black waters
where eyes roll back
sea surf white.
 
I can fuck like fire,
red hot
skin peels
and blisters
 
                 blossom,
 
                 like snowdrops,
                 stagnating the air between us,
                 our chests heavy,
                 breath
                                  stuttering.
 
 

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