who knows secret things
secrets that hang precariously like drops
of honey from her lips
falling through space and
ringing like tiny bells that only
she
can
hear
I want to be with her
who splits the sea breezes
with excited horses
and waves lapping the soothed sand
as
I savor the saltwater
off her skin
inch
by
inch
I want to be with her
as the universe awakens
electric
where you are the first morning
and nothing in the world
is
usual
today
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