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caught toward
the shore the pillow
stopped to greet
the gathered rock
precious and rolling
my teeth pebbles
over tumbling under
gums rolling
your, saltiest, tongue
we still are speaking.
when
holding up your ear
i will hear the sea.
while
kissing your eye
i am sun light.
washed land dry
raised in a blanket
head of my bed
the shore. Our
day Waves
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Very beautiful poem, literary absynthe, fluid and entrancing. The enjambment of your lines really lends to that rocking sensation of waves, very visual. A pleasure to read, hope there'll be more soon.
