Sky grumbles

palms febrile




shiver storm’s



I’ve washed up

on the cliff


of you:


body curves

dark yearnings.


You’re in love

with the love


of it;



like the wind


your eyes

seek salvation.


We ebb & flow

caught in the


cross current;


I’m unwilling

to drown,


but you

stretch out


on the wave’s



strike out

for the deep


dark depths


content to

curl up


in the furl

of unseen


siren’s locket.


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