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# *I hadn’t meant to spy just an evening’s walk along the beach knowing that things are sometimes strewn there after storms between a gust of wind—a break in clouds Coming upon moonlight gleaming on wet teenage backs Two— by a leaning erosion fence fondling the last discoveries of childhood fumbling with the barriers of her bikini behind the erosion fence out of sight and forbidding Breeding like sea grass by rhizomes prowling that neck, those ******* Gasping! Warring! for the land of white warmth below their tans His hands grip, lift, position, insist By such undertow mouths and hips pinioned in disbelief... where they cannot be seen two half-rounds in rhythm – struggle in the surge of being as the surf binds them in refrains about the ankles* #
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
coming upon moonlight
# *I hadn’t meant to spy just an evening’s walk along the beach knowing that things are sometimes strewn there after storms between a gust of wind—a break in clouds Coming upon moonlight gleaming on wet teenage backs Two— by a leaning erosion fence fondling the last discoveries of childhood fumbling with the barriers of her bikini behind the erosion fence out of sight and forbidding Breeding like sea grass by rhizomes prowling that neck, those ******* Gasping! Warring! for the land of white warmth below their tans His hands grip, lift, position, insist By such undertow mouths and hips pinioned in disbelief... where they cannot be seen two half-rounds in rhythm – struggle in the surge of being as the surf binds them in refrains about the ankles* #
Needing the ocean again.
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elizabeth-balise
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
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