keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)

i'll never exhaust this craving of you

my skin opens like an anemone
the water-loved sand shines like plexiglass under my feet
And you are outstretched and gloomy below me
deeper than my hands could ever reach
dissipate into the brackish murk
My twin ghosts

hidden in your cloth made of tired evolution
I am flecked with the workings of a funeral shroud
Rolling rolling cradled by unrest
I love the anger of it and I don't mind being clutched in a closed fist

when i leave this behind i want it to be filthy
reeking of experience and a fish market
leave the salt of my lips, the matted hair
leave the blue skin and the layers of silt
there is nothing

i won't require anything more than your shifting ore bottom
your swirling kiss so violent i recoil 
walk the miles against your push
until i meet a riptide that snatches my breath

not the monger of violence
not ever. you are formidable and lovely
keep me. i want to be bent by your will
mold me your pearl, your shell, your smooth stone
i am safe
in a hand who loves to hold all that is me