-a curious couple-

we come upon the end
of a rowboat
collared in sand

hull deep lies
a boy missing
mostly his wrists

the peak of your shadow
dips into the pale trough
of his thigh

smellin' that salt makes
my nose bleed snakes all day
he creaks and then
spits a tooth

see my wiggly little blood?

you whirl at me primed
with a scream that will
surely loose the devil

i give you my hand and opt
my love however so deep
as your bite

the boy stares and threads
his blood
through an oarlock