North Atlantic

And who quenched your thirstwith black sweat turned warm ambera colder continent's sugar-tit tantrums?Who beat the cream and bent them overto bear the sick-churned sweetnessfor their clotted cream and beige milk tea?Whose bare backs were baked brown, stripped red,made porkish lean n salty for so, so little?You stand tall, stand down, sit up, crouch,that we could wear each other's shirtsyour skin, my sweat, twisted intoa maple syrup, cane sugar supplication, wrung out, steeped,swallowed with a tart, spunky lemon rindwaxy sheen, fringed with a burnt-mouthbitter feeling, suckling a stone pacifieranchored to the frozen oceanbeing reeled in, tastinggold hooks.