Naked Tide
stealthily, the ebb tide kisses
our naked feet,
but why the stealth?
why the reluctance?
why be furtive before
the naked truth?
is this passion
a fugitive so hideous
that the glow of its flame
must hide and languish,
must flicker and die out
in the dark ?
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