In the Sea

He garlanded her in seaweed, wrote his name in salt on the skin of her thighs. He kept his gaze levelled on the horizon.

And then he left with a store of her kisses stacked like smuggler’s gold in his mouth.

She dives under the water, her shadow is a fish on the sandy floor – mysterious and bizarre.

She sits with the fishermen and they tell her the names of the fish as they scale them, wipe the sand from the  discs of their eyes so she can examine their pupils. The blue spotted sting rays, the gaping mouths of eels – this dead, shining bounty. All the colours of the sea.


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