privilege perfumes you like sea-salt mist, glistening
on the little silver spoons swimming
through the waves of your hair
like lures in deep water.
catching every starving gaze
that drifts your way.
you feed them your promises—
salted just enough—
to keep them schooling through winter.

power surges in your bright blue blood
like a current— thrumming
beneath the surface,
a tide that never retreats.
it gleams through your skin,
cold and immaculate,
the kind of force that drags ships under.

when you speak my name,
you let it spill slow
as salt brine, dragging
each syllable like a net
across my ribs.
you test it for weight, for weakness—
no pearl softness, just the crack of the shell,
the exposed meat of it, the salt that stings.

and oh, how i rise—
whenever you beckon, pulled
shoreward like wreckage.
damaged goods you never
intended to claim. yet i want
you to dredge me up, lift me dripping
into your light like some rare catch
you want to look at despite knowing
you’ll never keep.