From Northern seas—
a pointillist dream; a woman of lithe measures descending into the sensation
—a noun rather than an adjective
Her ideology—
blowing across infinities of sand
—provides imperfect warmth
to her hyacinths
and nethers
There's something terrifically
oceanic about it—she starts out
softly floating and then
whips herself up into
a gorgeous, overbearing squall
She can tell that there are storms
in each and every pore—but
the difficulty of teasing out
their contours reinforces
the impression that this
is private skin