Concise lights,
Round like coins,
Peel sea urchins
From the seaweed
Like kiwi skins

Such
Primitive
Existences live
In the dim distances
Under the surf’s surface
Where waves collect images
Reflecting our resembling selves
Trembling in sensitive defensive shells—
Spiked with the mentally morbid entity we tell
Of too plentifully well to covertly dispel future hurt

Essentially,
You and I fell
From the bottom
Floating up to the sky
With lungs and limbs—
Two human skeletons
Who found
Each other set in
The sound
Of splashing flesh
Washed wet and thrashing
As first vulgar breaths
Let out
Of the similar outlet
We shout
Spit and cough
Cold on the soft lip’s brim—
Warming within—
Where the sparks of our hearts
Hold off sharks as we swim