today I will listen to the surf
play for me a love sonnet
to be beached and quiescent
my skin blurred against the sand's nakedness
the sky full of this poetry where the water
creeps with cool caress to the inside of my thighs
dragging more of me away
this I will let
for what beautiful trouseau it as placed
on my womb
opaled mirrors that sing quiet melodies
drowning out the clash of seabirds all around
I listen with my eyes shut
as the wind plays gentle over my ribs
soft collarbone kisses that I will taste
and then ask for more
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