I could swallow
Two pounds and the sea wouldn't
Feel an inch

I'd sink into the ground
Filled with the salt and water
Fighting to be released

You block the sun with your body
In an effort to protect my eyes
But you burn me all the same

Just let the sun scorch me
For my mother knows the cure

Aloe and frozen peas
On the floor of my grandmas beach house

I can't put aloe on your gentle touch when cars come too close
I can't sooth the way you turn away right before we sleep

My lack of presence in your mind
My unreciprocated kiss

I'm filled with the sea

I want to regurgitate the entire ocean
And lay hollow in the sand
Waiting for someone to pump
Me full of blood and matter

Who will do it

It won't be you

Don't touch me
Your touch is regret
And your beauty stings

I know you've had water that
Fills you up nicely and turns sour
In the intestines it turns to curdled milk

I could have been good for you
I would have dribbled clear fresh water down your throat
And patted your mouth dry

But the conditional leaks slow ****
That feels like release
And is always just unnecessary pain

If I leave you be you will heal on your own