asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,

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each other

the soft lip of the shoreline
          bending down to meet me
and you. or was it 'you and i'?
     the syntax of identity a mess
          of curves and sheets
          where sighing meets
          with indecision
and indecision yields against the tide.
the soft tip of your story
          that i bit --
     -- or was it 'bite'?
when I stand still my feet sink deep beneath the layers
          of your sand.
so hold me close against the current,
i draw you in amidst the gale,
the first soft sip of sunlight
          that we share between the two
of us. the one of us.
     the core of us, no clouds and such,
in sharing understand
          each other.

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