your gray wool sweater
lust lying on damp grass
the sky looked like all
our dreams taken flight
your voice like honey
reaching for my tongue
now, your laugh between
my legs
voice touching my throat in
waves full of ifs
i memorize your letters like
a child reciting fairy-tales
tap the rhythm of the tides
into my words for you
walk on water
be a man or a miracle
gift me with the curse of
the ocean between us
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