Undertow
Manifest each of my
liquid-finger dreams
with subtlety and controlled breath.
Time can rise and fall from our awareness
like a lithe woman on a raft
of sun-sticky plastic.
Let the liquid run down our seams
and pool in the deepest places,
cooled in phases, the moon’s pull waning
and draining me until I’m down for saltwater delirium.
Take and slake me.
Steal away
and deplete me.
Repeat me, repeat me.
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