Blue Moon

99) Blue Lips

Trace the jaw of the land

ever-erasing from incessant biting  

and I know the feeling

of incessant and her claws

which catch throats

and bind hands;

swallow.

Swallow through my blue lips.

I love the beach

with sand browned from rain drops

and their indents

with the sea shattered and shattered

every droplet piercing it-

my throat

and a bitter bite on my skin

and sometimes

the thought of drifting into the water

Ophelia's face stares,

and floating and staring at the sky

(fill my mind with the seawater

let it sting at the cuts and wounds

and swallow and swallow

those worrisome things, let it drown them for now

please please please)

(25th May 2014)