Sea Lion by Thomas Hutchinson
I can tile the ocean floor
while you whisper into my snorkel,
something about the waves, breaking against the sea wall,
and how the surface looks like spun sugar
until it meets the red, willing brick
and buries me, feeling the weight of its shadow climbing my spine
until it makes the shoulders, curved
around the hands, turning the earthly blue
Thomas Hutchinson lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, and works in manufacturing. His poetry has previously been published in La Piccioletta Barca, Runcible Spoon, and Dreich, among others.