Off the breakwater after dinner, An old, cold west wind Bites my naked cheekbones. I'm a clipper ship Dreaming of warm seas, fast passages, And I remember every lover I ever knew. Hard sails, salty breasts, Breathing, white lace waves, rolling, Falling into your starlit ocean. Fog shrouded dawn, Pale, distant horizon Thin sunrise cheer, And I furl up In your wetness To sleep.

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