Look at my salted
heart beating the sea to rise,
so I may submerge.
Please touch my seaweed
skin braiding this ocean raw,
so I may float down.
Hear my old, weary
tongue speaking bubbles around,
so I may sleep now.
Hibiscus wrote:Look at my salted
heart beating the sea to rise,
so I may submerge.
Please touch my seaweed
skin braiding this ocean raw,
so I may float down.
Hear my old, weary
tongue speaking bubbles around,
so I may sleep now.