We blame you for floods
for the flush of blood
for men who are also wolves
and even though you could pull
the tide in by its hair
we tell people that we walked all
over you
we blame you for the nights
for the dark
for the ghosts
you cold unimaginable thing
following us home,
we use you
to see each others frail
naked bodies beneath your blue light,
we let you watch; you
swollen against the glass
breathe a halo of steam
as we move against one another
wet and desperate
like fish under
a waterlogged sky
by Warsan Shire
{Photo: via We Heart It}
