I am wet and
wild and
shaking from the waves;
an ocean birthed from a
full moon’s rage
undulating to your tidal gasps,
your arid soul thirsty for the
continent I’ve become but
your infernal leaps are doused
in hex before they reach me.

This bed is soaked;
but you still feel
one slow, dry
choke.

“obsidian”

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