Behind the neck
where thoughts bloom
a birthmark maps an ocean.
There, a kiss evaporates
into the salty wind.
Two exiled bodies
meet in the blue meridian.
Though weary
their bodies and language
mirror dance and poetry.
Their forbidden love tastes of salt,
smells of unslakable thirst,
echoes the depth of blue
where compasses vanish.
Their entwined fingers whisper
like mountain to the wind.
Secretly they smile,
together they cook
their salty dreams
caught in fish eyes.
Like the sea
opening into a desert,
they quench each other,
breathing heavily,
entangled—
a submarine volcano
unwinding its heat
into an ocean, deep.
Two exiled strangers
meet in the expanse.
Their bodies
marked by tears.
