Desirable shroud fitted over their mouths
yes, you wear it proud.
All together, we jump in the black waters
all the oil is spilt to camouflage us guilty.
My sin sinks into my teeth chattering greatly.
A smooth warm tongue dusted with salt
because a child sneered.
Transform us into weeds
we deserve no better feet
rooted where we die
is a mystery no one can circumscribe
as a lullaby.