at sea (i am your serenity)

xii

why romeo and juliet died;

i watch their journey, leaving a trail at each pore a station for hydration until they

reach a crevice, nook to pool and gather illusive when it swallows light flickers

and my tounge rectifies aches twists and withers in longing for it's place in solutide of this moisture

to dive in and taste, a bold strip up to your lips the final resting place

20/03/2019