Capture my ocean side.
Surf my skin like you'd trace
your fingers on
VCR tape.
Wrap your hands
around my neck,
until I fade to black--
looking into your eyes.
Capture my ocean side.
It feels like a diamond
is sinking into my chest.
I want to hit myself,
repeatedly,
until I can't feel anything
but my blue skin smush
underneath my knuckles.
My fingernails
kissing my palms.
Capture my ocean side.
I cannot face what I have
drawn onto my mirror.
What I found measurable,
has lost scale, has lost
purpose,
immensely, breathless.
Rewind the tape
around my neck.
I'd rather not see through
the film
or you.
Capture my ocean side.