Ocean Skin

I have been wearing the ocean all day
Salt pouring from cracks on skin
Eyes clouded with whispers of storms
Echoes of sirens luring my sins
Terror caressing each finger of mine
Sanity drowning in depths of my mind
They say oceans are blue and bright
I see red and green and pink and white
Blends of abstraction painting horizons
One touch, ripples of fading creations
I feel every inch of mine drown
Soul gasping for a single ‘inhale’
Wet footprints on drying sand
I crave to ‘spill’ before
An ‘ocean’ is all that I can call myself
And yet I roam with drowning sight
Until stars are sewed to the blanket of night.