Sea-change

by Saerelune

Darkness pins, the sun
it splits
a flight of light,
but we tread on
too soon
Tequila tails, hiccuping heels
on the carpet, and we seem sleeves
we seam sleeves, like scars
soaked in salt, but the sea is far
too sultry, dare I say still
sluggish on sand
whilst strangers savour
an oyster trail, a pearl
of steam posing at the shell
of an ear, like a seamaid
it ebbs
at the Arctic sculpture
it pines
for the umbrae beneath
the split
you spit
a lemony seed, like broken
mosaic, and we're mouths
at sea, we see
sea-change