could you have touched the waters
I’m drinking down, I’m drinking now
tracing ripples that remind me of
the drops of honey I saw in your eyes
that could once illuminate me up and down
up and down
up and down all through me
I want to be the curls in your hair
and swim in your secrets
let’s get washed up
and say one word for every pore
and grain of sand we find on our faces
from lying on beach’s edge
side-ways and night-wise
counting and soaking in the stars
whose blinks reach from so far
we are inside a mirage
build my statue out of wood
to one day burn it down
but make sure you give me
one more kiss,
swift as the wind bites your cheek cold
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