4.8.17

So with a sigh and a soft nudgethe Mariana trench, spreadingwide, wild, and empty fromcollarbone to wide breathing ribswas stitched together.Breathing became solid and fullwith each lilt of his lips againsther skin. He turned, faced herstraight, pulled her from the squall.The Siren of Mariana shall sinkno more ships to fill her Pacific heart.Her tears floating her instead toward heat.His heat sewn among her scales,soothing cactus blooms of their love—the color of a dusty desert dusk.

Via *