Siphonophores

I’ll house a pack of nesting beasts open and honest in my bed

All arms and breath and swirling shores

And opium eyelids drop

Like curtain calls

Mouths filled with grace, hands clenching flesh

To feed you all my pain

Skin breaks like lace, so bleached, in shreds

Like seaweed drifting looms

Translucent bones

A draining bathtub

A mirrorlike lake

To wash our bodies

To soil our face