





Oh cancer woman,
You are pacific sea love
You move with 70’s salty seduction,
Hanging bonfire stories of the lovers who couldn’t survive your seas around your neck like dripping jewelry. You wear wet slips of morning waves and camomile tea, but you taste like tsunami tequila and hands up a dress on a beach. I have welts on my spine from your whiplash mouth. Can you fucking blame me? You look like an island swim. You got me bare naked and then you let me drown in the ocean moods of your moon lit fuck.
-Brooke Solís written about cancer ♋️ women, as I am the sweet pearl of the zodiac 🌊