You still return,
open mouthed,
trying to find a hole
to fit tongue in.

I’ve moved beyond the space
you placed me in,
melted into stream,
clear bubbles on brown stone.

You’re hungry for a piece of
harlequin of tastes;
a noon day feast of colour
to coat your darkness.

Nothing left to pay,
we bend and stretch away
remember whisper of wind
on rain squalled beach,

the lonely shadow of a kiss

tide swept.

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