DOUBLE SUNRISE SHELL
She comes in the night
Packed for a trip
Hairdryer, clothes, books
And for me her lips
We're wrapped in our needs
Before words are spoken
This woman of calm waters
This man of salt and furor
In the morning she’ll recede
To an office without windows
In my comb I’ll feel her light
Twice fragile, twice bright
Charles Eastland
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