transparent sounds
and this trembling all around
murmuring and shimmering like stars
pour onto the skin like water
wrapping me into
sixty percent liquidated
flesh so delicate
and bruised all over
when you hit me from one side
I get hit from the other

you would think I am stagnant
floating in my thin organic dress,
along the greyish colour of the sea,
but most of the time
I race like rockets
in my empty head through
the glamour of my dreams
and I stand here naked and cold,
bewildered, but disciplined
knowing I could sting you,
dare not move again.