I like the way the sugar-rush wells engulfs
the bay of our maudlin sands
& your slickened shore
with the ferocacity of an fevered tide
cleansing thighs and minds of the detritus
we alone cannot rinse in the waking hours.
I cherish the listening post--
ragged coasts most heartfelt want
veers towards understanding, frenzy and sorrow
and your quivering ebbs assuage me
for as long as the tide rises
and the lust-splash drenches us both.
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