Everyone wanted to be so near
that they could sink in to you,
with your hands like beach sand
and your long ribbon legs
pedaling through the heat.

Before the birth of your child
and the deaths of the first two,
Before his fingers left
plum-colored marks on your throat,
you lifted above the waves
as they slid up the coastline.

05/07/2012

Posted on 05/07/2012
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