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Mar 2013
Sail cool curves
calm,
a glistening sea
dipping deep into the pool,
a pole waiting for the pull.
Warm waves wrenching at the hook,
rushing ferocity
caught you in the undertow,
and the wild wet wriggling
you hold firmly by the throat.
mouth gaping
spastic,
the slick white belly,
oily eyes,
shine in your mind.
Margrett Gold
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Margrett Gold  moon
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