sometimes tickled
sometimes
tickled
from the inside
irresistibly, madly, delicately stroked
a shimmer
of tiny animals
traveling
always traveling
without eyes or teeth
they tunnel
between dreams and bone
and in this
turbid place
a bloom
of sea fans
periwinkle, waving
broken
making fine lace.
Thanks to The Odd Inkwell for her OSI prompt, vellicate--which tickled me to write again.
