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For the signatures on his body he thanked me
signed in saliva, scribbled in stick;
names covered every stamp of flesh.


Our love was sweetness, spring and sprung
two wholes sealed inside one heart:
strong as death, weak as life, we clung.


Then one day dawnsong mocked me
love became sour, shrill and slacking;
the emptying smile on a blank faced fool.


Now I sit, heart-whole/hands splayed wide
gather sand between my palms
sea-tide-lapping crashing … again, again, again.

◄ Germinate

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