Sea -
even this single word contains deceit
But I insist on saying it
facing the waves rising before a storm
Sea! . . .
then I am left speechless
Into this darkness, my wife,
stretch out your suntanned arms
Your body needs no metaphors
a mouth sealing a mouth
scentless sweat sliding
But we groan
The groan is now a sweet murmur
to my heated ear, closer than the sea
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