smooth blue satin

evening’s arms and you


pull me closer, inhale dusk  

your pulse with mine


our tender currents tremble

aspen leaves in rain


salty dew perfumes

our skin our careless hair


our bodies understand

shadow’s hungry need


ascent along slow curves

our silhouettes and we


pulled from drowning swim

to save each other breathe


kisses into sails

fastened deep below


glide into stillness

curl to one another


yield the waves that follow

smooth unfurling satin



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