the sweetness of dark

[Heartafire]

revised

On this dock, streams of
sweat slide down my neck,
between my breasts, a rivulet

the taste of salt when my
tongue flicks my lips.

The slap of sea mists my eyes,
colors washing down my face.

A seahorse trapped in murky
kelp cries for help, choking bubbles
of last breaths.

This creaking dock, freedom floating off
beneath that milky moon ,
into the sweetness of dark.


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On this creaky dock streams of sweat slide
down my neck, rivulets between my breasts.
The taste of brine when my tongue flicks my lips.

Sea slapping mist into my eyes, shimmering shadows
down my face. The soft sound of waves in shells,
swells of paradise.

Sea Horses trapped in kelp cry out for help,
choking bubbles Of last breaths.

This groaning dock, freedom floating off, beneath that milky
moon, into the sweetness of dark.