Sea Salt and Confetti
Papier-mâché, turquoise blue sea,
Caress, envelope, taunt, and take advantage of me.
Cool like milk, soft as silk, weave your watery thread through the impatient eye of my needle,
Wash over me, terrible tsunami, soaked fingers fervent and curious, yet feeble.
Clawing, groping, pinching, and gingerly tapping every hint of flesh,
Patiently counting each goose bump manifesting with your every caress.
I take you all in and drown, papier-mâché, turquoise blue sea,
Spewing from my mouth, glinting in the sunlight, homage to yousaliva smeared confetti.
Sushanna















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