When You Let the Sky Split Open

i counted every breast stroke
propelling me forward
like the madman painted
his brush strokes
in shades of yellow
casting a nude woman
standing by the window
looking over her shoulder

i remember
taking off my clothes for him
and sitting on his desk
by his painting
in a room
which had no window
but my hair
provided yellow
still, he pushed me
off of it
to see better

and i kept swimming
in the ocean
the lightning flashing
dangerously yellow
webbing across the sky sometimes,
without mountains to border it

the madness
sinking in
the salt water
kissing the crevices
where my yet unaltered
smoothness met the parts
that had broken open
from old to the freshest
thinking that this was
good for my skin
and then being

the woman
in his painting
looked like i used to
both of us left it
for lightning
a yellow we mistakenly
found more soothing
i let the waves carry me
for viewing

i prayed to god,
i am watching
the changes in your sky-
please give a blessing
against the changes
striking mine

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