Cold cold sea

ocean deep: five

fathoms down

 

fibre optic pings

shush shush sound

of voices.

 

You make me smile

after winter’s deep

encroaching darkness

 

piece by piece almost

destroyed me.

 

You make me smile

more than other’s do

a tilted cheek

 

jock like banter:

 

distance is good

interest, I don’t

engage

 

as if ,

sea protects me

as if

 

I’m bound sound

in moving

breathing cradle.

 

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