Billow

A hand rises up from the water
Desire paints red
Clutching something like a bomb
Some phallic colour
Or sweet rose blush
Lipstick twisted naked
Stuck up in the air.
Entrusting transformation to a
Perfect ship
Lips skim across the blue

Her calibrated smile
Excised eyes
Erased face hovering like a sail

So many voices in her mouth
Become one woman
Ticking