home
my skin doesn’t taste the salt
as my hips embrace the water.
as the waves come up to my lips,
the salt burns like a scalding iron brand
as the sea claims me for its own.
it caresses me everywhere,
vicious yet tender:
my face,
my arms,
my chest and back.
in the background of the waves’ abyys,
and the static and the silence
I have finally found my home.