their over-intellectualized analysis lacks for
I was there on the
rocks, the water chilled
as the sun sinks, slips
around the stone, tide scolding
a stray foot
Here. My figure fits among
the flattened faces, screens
that frame this moment as
he comes
find my skin prickled by wind,
the wet foot; I wear the whole sky
in fading light where the sea stretches out
accepting of our transgressions, swallowing
secrets, speaking only to clouds
Don't
uproot my body
and place me where I have not been--leas of green
or among the trees
for I may miss my lover
who seeks stone and sea
in search of me
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