Sea Piece
roaring sans a mouth
she still grapples
for your kiss —
crying seagulls fly
~above the waves passing through skin like sinless sheets,
my piece of the sea
the swells of me
camouflages our gills —
heart also webbed,
by salt maybe
~I cannot hand off this mad buoy,
my piece of the sea
memories docked,
beached on by
the dust of years —
surf's leaving quick and old
~from her foamy lashes where my tears stream,
my piece of the sea
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