____it began with your
eyes, four days after christmas; the walking through
tall grass, the redbrown reeds at Mira Gut. your black
beach; sand more gravel-rock than
____dust. your eyes danced
the december waves, those lips parted: warm steam sliding -
spilling - rising from the ivory creases of your
teeth. breath, surf, in, out. the wall of
rock, stone pushes and falls - into the black
____water. your blueblack coat contrasts,
blends against the pallet; and your eyes - your
eyes look back into it - turn, look into
me. close from the salt
air and re-open, re-focus.
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