I am not in your own image

I am not in your own image
neither black nor white
I am not in  your shadow
neither of Sun nor moon
I am not in your shape
neither smooth nor sharp
But my body is a sea wave,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts and  lips
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while you sleep.

by

williamsji

ART BY ARTIST STACY, with thanks and courtesy