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I am red-lipped
and you are naked and submerged.
My hair is sun soaked and dusk stained
brown lit to red like flame
and you are beautiful like a punch to the gut.
I am bent over,
gasping.
Beautiful like drowning
(how do you breathe down there, my nereid?
I struggle not to drown in the air
above you.)
You stare starfish eyed
and solemn
and I want to curl my tongue around your teeth
taste your insides
like glass and sand,
like saltwater.
But would you have me?
I am fierce but shysoft
witch queen and fey
and you are gold in the waves,
ocean stained.
I am wind coarse; touched only by star
and the wild.
When we kiss my lips shatter like bleeding glass
salt bloody
and I lick the drops that stain your chin.



Hester J. Rook is an itinerant Australian with an unhealthy obsession with myth, dead languages, and the circus. She spends a lot of time writing speculative fiction and upside down on a trapeze – not usually at the same time. She is one of the editors behind Twisted Moon, and she has work in Strange Horizons, Apex Magazine, Liminality Magazine, Through the Gate and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter @kitemonster and her work on her site .
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