Sea And Marble

These are my teeth,

made of bone

I´m holding a rose in my right hand,

It´s made of wine

My breath is made of marble

my sorrows made of sea

Fishes lips as soft as breasts

Dolphins wear my smile

Everything weights less in water,

even grief

My feet are standing on moss

Starting to walk now

Shadows are dancing, but not mine

I´m walking til I drown,

loosing the ground under my feet.

This is where I wanna die.

Enflushed and skinned

Drowning deeper

I find my sea of sorrows

start drinking them away

spread roots

I leave my shadow as I vanish into the mud

reincarnate as a tree

look down to my shadow

to die thousand deaths

when the sun goes down.

2016

Jana Siân Blume