If you don't live in your heart then your face
will report how your absence affects
all the parts of your body that fill up the space
that I board when we're having great sex,
but if your face tells me that what's in your heart
is the longing for which my heart craves,
then I know that the two of us won't be apart
while we surf on the crest of our waves.
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