Way Too Deep
The fire behind my nail-bed reached for follicles and scalped the skin
With a fracking of his earth toned flesh and ocean working limbs
The ones that move through me
Those that scrape up my demons to shore and full me creating tidal waves of Want and surmise
I've despised the cross I plunged into his skin, holy, wholly, hoping he was savior and could save her from the cliff face's deep end
Flesh desire penetrating, deepening, until we all fell down...
Still smiling because By God fingertips missed the burn, remembered the nerve sensations and rejuvenated
Drowning out the warning sirens of Way Too Deep
High moons reassured her tidal cycles and she regrouped the balance between need and ruckus
Soft wet grains tugged at the floors of her feet
There was no use in running from what she wanted though it scarred her, took her under with its monstrous current
It also replenished.