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Dec 2011
we drank wine in the bath,

And Your cheeks blossomed rose
with

Nakedness
and alcohol
and

your hair became
free, and
It was

as if
you were born right there,
whole and white,

our own
Mediterranean.

And
As I stared
and drank

you slipped

Down,

Beneath the water and said,

"I can see you well,
Just now."
Written by
Robert James
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   Jayme M Yaroch, --- and ---
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