Your warm pearls caught beneath my throat-
Diamond whittled, brightling fired;
Across the ocean, I heard your whisper
Under my driftwood body of stars.
Like ancient oars, my limbs rowed homeward
Into the harbor, into port;
And dazzling eyes, both full and ancient
Are the promised ignition spark.
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