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