you have my eyes
and my hair
and my face
but you seem to be screaming
and ripping lumps of flesh from your arms
and kissing the glass hard with your forehead
until it bleeds and you reel around
tears mixing in pink rivulets
that drip from the stubble on your chin
And that’s not anything I’d be involved with.
Our broken toes shifting in the dust
Our crusty nails wet with salt water
The seashells echo our silence like
There is a sea somewhere beyond
The way skin touches
Our hair is sweat and spray
It curls in our eyes
And you smile at me
So I step closer on pinprick stones
I take my lips and I slide
Love between your ribs
You hold it there like a wound
And then it drops from your fingers
A stern face pleads for the past
I don’t know what my face does
Scag 