Rain in the night

stormy sea high tide


deep throb tug of water:


morning’s new horizon

too much talk, talk


suffocates the essence

numbs the deep dark throb


of it.


We walk in isolation

pretending to blur edges


talk of love tires me

words on a page


body’s anticipation

wanting to go down deep


to the nub of it.

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