Cool bite of our ocean, we'd swim
all the way to the moonlight where the rip-
ples lapped black against our thighs- she'd
slice the wet with a laugh like SUN, golden fingers
i          t               r              w       n               d
        n           e             t               i        e
with the earthiness of mine. Then, smiling at
our absur^dities, we,
gods,
picked out
* stars ** to
keep
for our
own, webbing
(together)
a map of
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