We are made of everything
The ocean is the same color
it always was
I want to wear pants
that deliver my ass to you,
a berry
from god's sticky bush
What hurts is a lie
Broken shell stuck in sand
looks like a bird wing
If I die without you
there's a pattern
I want to come down over you
an ocean
A couple walks by with a comprised
stride and color palette
They have
sunglasses but she wants
to kiss me at the foam
edge, to swirl our seaweed
How did we get so free
Salt in my ear,
fat sea bee
licks my arm,
crow on a shit-covered
rock, it's so
sexy, pure love's wide
horizon
When I am supposed to be meditating
I put on lipstick and think
about your neck
Starfish are unable to regenerate their arms
In line for the ferry we put our seats back
When you get into the middle
of a body
of water
god makes it okay
to love who you love
All that sloshing matter
baby your eyes