Like the estuaries of
sleep
yawning to the warm
moon
that breaks the
seal of confession's
wax
like the shining, the
praise
the deep, the mutual
transpiring
the lolling water
veins
the hyacinth's leash
like being sought for
pain
like the sand of
subtle Junes
like flame
like a sea of dunes
an afternoon
like the arms that
know no wings
the losing track, the
the whisperings of love
soon
and the blue tangents
resume
the bays brown
like a wet gown
the threads of names
like the comings and
goings
the looking through
the frames
a boat in the rain.
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