Sea salt awareness

Aug 09, 2018, 02:49 PM

I don’t want placid.

A lake without ripples,

a sea without waves.

I want to feel the violence

of being alive.

That sea salt awareness

the sting

the bite

ice cold to my senses

leaving me with an exhilaration

never known.

I want to be stirred

to my depths.

As his teeth meets my flesh

and sinks into the heart of me

finding me

tasting me

all of me.

Hungry for what he knows I keep

hidden below the surface,

that which has never seen the light of day.

A complexity that feeds

his curiosity

his desires

as he maps me

to understand me.

To help me

understand myself.

From East to West

and all of the miles

in between.

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced.