‘Thirst’ by Samuel Tongue
you come cold from the sea and i am a wrecked sailor, licking saltwater pearls from your blue breasts. i am gone salt-mad with thirst. my mouth wants the sea inside you. your bright belly is an upturned boat and i am keel-hauled. i suck air and our ribs catch. i am swollen and salinated cells heaving. sand becomes glass under heat. silicate shines … Continue reading ‘Thirst’ by Samuel Tongue