i didn't go to the beach much after we landed.
i am only now learning to recognise the grainy feeling of sand between my toes.
i am now exposed skin and bones,
the wind and the world stinging my flesh like a scorpion's bite.
my ribcage can scarcely contain the wild flesh beating in my chest.
it's rattling the bones that nestle there, and puncturing the surface with inflections of passion.
tell the world this;
i am learning to love the wild spin of all that i and this earthly realm hold within.
and isn't that a lovely thing?
i watch myself taste the sun in the brown hues of my sweet skin as i stretch my limbs,
and i let my heart beat as loudly as the sound of the steel pans i shake my hips to as i sing.
the waves calm and remind me to fluidly be.
i hear them crashing in every corner and crevice of my mind,
and i cloak myself in the sound,
and pull it over me like a warm blanket when i lay to sleep.
because it's mine to keep.
it's mine to keep.
(i think maybe i can belong here.)
if you want me to,
if you allow me to,
i'll stretch my limbs.
