there’s moisture
on your chest:
sweat and salt
from the sea
outside your open
window: this is
home–comfort
in the lull
of waves and
the slowing
rise
and fall
of your chest
lined with
sweat and salt
from the ocean
that rages
through my veins:
“this is passion,”
you whispered–
ejaculation of
emotions, yet
all i heard
was the lull
of the waves
outside your open
window: this is
home–escape.

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