how in those sea sand clouds

we found ourselves adroit at this

deep bells ringing through skin

hot in our radar grave

how crabbed in wrack

we wait for the lunar drags

spend miles in a kissing lock

snag each tone long sunk that ever echoes

how in these sleek bodies

squirm hands into fin gloves

suck out forgotten air pockets

tongue redundant design

my marbles I burrow in the bed

to record each lift of this sea


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