of open mouthed song in milky white stars of seaweed, cold current and sleepy lipped kisses of anemone. here the moon rules over crowned tides and fish blood, dolphin stomached and metallic undulations thread through the summersea. when she sings her head falls back in rapture, her pleasure is death. states up at the silver tongued light life craves and watches a sailor sink, hair a wreath drowned and dead.
