I swim out to touch your smooth
Skin like sheets beneath my fingertips
As you wake and eyes flutter open.
Cold to the touch like silken glass
I float over waves of it
My mouth above the water
My ears are below so I stop listening to
The thrum of it all.
Waves come and sometimes I let them
Take me all the way under so I feel the bottom
And the bottom feels me,
Tumbles me, until I lie on the sand
But I go back out and float until
I see the next one,
Hoping it will be nice to me this time.
There is scratch on my cheek
As I lay my bones out to dry
But I know I will go back.
Salt dries on my skin like waves too
He has marked me.
Little crystal towers form on my arm
As you lick them off one by one.
As he watches me and beckons
And I know this time I will
Swim out and not return.