wash me clean
of all the things I am not familiar with
not familiar enough with
I’ll fling them out like pebbles
to scorch the horizon
corrode away

feel fresh accents
question marks
spill against my legs
like dandelion seeds

old letters will unfurl
underwater
dissolve as stars

these are naked lips
bare hands
when I press them together
you hear tears
plopping onto my skin

the sea is my flesh
I mould my memories
out of salt and clay

leave them in places
we keep a secret

I hold the chill
of your language
as a cluster of pearls