Carol Berg

This Seaweed Heart

This seaweed heart of mine swirling its tendrils
            forth and back, all salty brine and see-through

love on my face, cheeks all sea urchins—oh, the
            Atlantic Ocean of my blood, turtles lurking

in the depths of me, me catching the scent of You,
            yes, You’re only a glimpse but I’ll swim with that,

I’ll float into that I’ll open my mouth to Your
            saltwater unknown and even, even if I don’t drink

You in, You know I’ve tasted.

Carol Berg

has contributed to Gyroscope, Crab Creek Review, DMQ Review, Spillway, Redactions, Radar Poetry, and Up the Staircase Quarterly. Her chapbooks, Her Vena Amoris (Red Bird Chapbooks) and “Self-Portraits” in Ides (Silver Birch Press), are available. She is a recipient of a finalist grant from the Massachusetts Cultural Council.