Opium Dream

White sand curls in tufts,
moving into the waves,
clearing the blue from the foam.

Ashen blonde hair
fans in the water
like the peacock's feathers.

White, blue blonde strands
blend on the trough.

Ripples run over the pale skin,
but closed eyes are blind
to the figure above - watching.

Above, I watch the water
running through and over
my small body below.

Filling my lungs and eyes and ears
with cool, salty water
killing the yet-fresh cells.

Not content in my outer self,
I lower back into the crest
bending again into the hardened
form of my frame.

And the blue eyes open to blue water.
The blonde head shakes itself
free of white sand.

And the now cold, salty body
runs to shore
hitting the sand,

Feeling the reality of it
and wondering
at the frailness of her fingers.

- Kimberly Eileen Phillips