Porcelain

With you by the sea.

porcelain,

I think I'm drowning in your tidal

blue-green

your ring of silvered sea storms,

artic iceberg depths.

those waves I'm sure could shatter,

with heat, my heart with touch.

they're porcelain.

shards of sea glass smashing into sand.

(your crests creak and crack)

how I wish to be the fire that breaks them.