by Soraya Peerbaye

copyright © Soraya Peerbaye 2015

She sways, shifts,
a hunch the current follows.

Chagrined, it sifts the shirt,
the camisole, the effortless hair.
(Earring tangled there, gold crustacean.)

She is a slow, sunken spin, slow sweep below. Silt-
stroked eyes. Silt-stroked tongue. The inlet of her
mouth, silt-stroked teeth.