those of your storms
and what of they i have seen
waves between your opened
high tides
thighs i have washed neatly clean
and bunched up little beasties
pretty yellow seams and dreams like the sand
green hangs the grass
coming in washed up from the sea
looking down at the stick
neatly tucked
between your toes
to be kissed as you would and i have.
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