I want to sink
teeth in
press lips and sip from her collarbone
I suspect entire worlds exist in that space
between neck and shoulder
Sirens sing sailors toward cliffs
ridge of bone
alluring
(all luring)

beacons of light on shoulders
beckon
mouths on skin

I am a wreck
lapping at shores and I say tempt me
take me (under)
by wrists
push and pull
rippling at (your) will
I will learn to breathe underwater
or surface
awash
culled from seabanks

I am in your palm now
collected
as small things are