how in those sea sand clouds
we found ourselves adroit at this
deep bells ringing through skin
hot in our radar grave
how crabbed in wrack
we wait for the lunar drags
spend miles in a kissing lock
snag each tone long sunk that ever echoes
how in these sleek bodies
squirm hands into fin gloves
suck out forgotten air pockets
tongue redundant design
my marbles I burrow in the bed
to record each lift of this sea
Owllight 