Untitled III

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
                 like snowdrops,
                 stagnating the air between us,
                 our chests heavy,

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