Break
break
then we could
meet at the
lighthouse
and i’d let you
have your
way
my neck
while the waves
break
my arms
while the ocean
turns black
under the
crescent moon
my lips
while the soft coral
sways
then what remains
as you work
your way
down the depths
and currents
collide
we’ll teach the waves
all at the lighthouse
where I’d let you
have your way
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