The sand so fine your lips like a stream
With the hurricane on its way to the ocean
Sounded like a jet taking off it was cold your ass
So warm against my stomach. You calm me down.
You squeeze all the life and passion.
Tightly, your pale thin thighs your thick bare lips
I know that a kiss is not the truth
But, last night, our mouths meeting,
It was all we ever wanted to know about the truth.
Because, you know, inside me, how much it matters.
All the way down and the gulls beginning again
Staring out at the ocean
Europe's out there
But this morning none of that's in sight.
[Jim Carroll, 'Grains of Sand', from Void of Course]
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