people, our own sea

a sea of flesh, our saltwater blood coheres
bone sweat hair heat

tangling and biting teeth
every person on earth a part of these tears

oceanic voices and seagull cries make us whole as silver
moist air and red sunsets that we make up

every breath a beautiful chorus, a bustling
rush for release

we make clouds
that make storms
that make waves that make
us
move against the sky like a lurid blue dance of wills

our softened skin melts
we, everyone, you
become a sweet tangle of currents

rushing into silence
and lapping black and blue on moonlit shores of night-time

01/14/2006

Posted on 01/15/2006
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