Grey sleeves, catch on tops

Strings unravelled, tied in a knot

Buttons opened, tight, now closed,

A secret entry, for only us two to know.

Pristine white, crumpled grey

Stained with fire- liquid, nay-

Tear drops of youth, quenches their thirst

Exciting passages, will always be her first.



There’s an ocean inside you,

and people are swimming in it.

Brushing their arms, stroking their legs

against your waters,

leaving their thoughts before they enter

the holy body.

And they cleanse their own

whilst in yours.

ocean baby