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underneath the stars
I'll wait for you darling.

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Thursday, March 24, 2005
Sound
18:56

Your face ripples to mind
to pleasure me
and out again

an image lost
only to splash onto my page of work
clear as a beached shell

I listen down to low tide
hoping to hear your breath
but its softness drowns

in the warning cry of a starboard buoy
lurching on the bars of waves
stretched across the sound.

Each breaker’s damp white hem
pillowed by the rocks
echoes the whisper of my voice
saying your name.


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