Blue poles (well?) on the beach
in a snowless winter and
I'm too cold to ask you
why we're here but of course
"we are"
"we are"
where on the puzzled reef dwarves either
fish or drown in the abandoned ships
sharks dissever year-old children in search
of
"young blood'
' Jersey acting like Europe
"young blood'
' Jersey acting like Europe
in an instant and lovely Mary kneeling along the quick tide
to be anxious with thoughts of bare oceans
that move as the thighs of an eventual sunlight
like bathers moving closer to their season
when again gulls perch in their lovely confusion
"alone,"
as now, the sand sifting through
as now, the sand sifting through
your fingers like another's darkness. it's true,
you are always too near and I am everything
that comes moaning free and wet
through the lips of our lovely grind
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