Poetry

The Eighth Sea – Ally Ameel

i could have been an expert in

oceanography

 

for all the depth you held

 

and for the

dark crevices

in your bones

soaked

with

curiousity

of the creatures

swimming

through the

veins

of your

exoskeleton

 

jutting collarbone

yearning for a touch of my salty lips

sitting open below sandy cheeks

 

I was drowning in you

to the bottom of you

where monsters crouched

between all the things

you wanted to say

but never did

 

in one ephemeral second

I was you

 

another mystery

to hide beneath skin

threatening to rip open

spilling tides

 

pulled by the gravity of us

crashing together

waves bigger than the desire

to kiss you

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