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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

crawling through space, 12.2005


I crawled through your door
Only to lie on your bed once again
In all my naked glory,
Covered only by your flesh
Salt-swept body of the sea
Plunged down upon the dirt red earth.

I rolled over to blaspheming noise
The man pounding on the door
Sitting up to find only that I am alone,
Covered by hardly a sheet
Salt-soaked body of the sea
A mere dream among white frosted fields.

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