thrist
summer-storm-drain-strong
breathe in
breathe out
caramel-mocha-liqueur
escape
stains your neck
smells like blood
tastes like wine
acrid.
bare
back
cold
floor
stripped
gooseflesh
sweat stays
on eyelids
closed.
arch of sole
curve
of invisible conches
whispers back and forth
of someplace else
of
waves
rolling
sands
shifting
toes
holding tight
salt
stinging raw skin
still
endless whirling dervish frenzy
Inertia.
