i. we try on other skins, draw stars , on the corners of our eyelids

slip in and out of ourselves, selkies , in every dive bar we pretend to call our own

tequila and lime burning the backs of our throats, , salt brining her lips, mine—

ii. kiss her, , taste, try to imagine never returning , to the sea.

how she slips beneath the waves, l every drowning a sweet burn.