how did we spend that one
orange afternoon,
spooling sunshine from the roof of your mouth?
my tongue, cool against the watermelon plush of your lips.
your fingers like cream rowers;
unravelling the curls of my hair,
sifting through me like beach sand.
ocean eyes,
you are the type of beauty
hurricanes are named after.
i want to be undone by you —
the same way ships capsize
and cough up their ghosts ashore.
