Your Salty Face
when held in that other side of night's beam
the breathing crest
over our eyes, the same sea
the pressure leaving breath
I scrape along your eyes' shores
for a goodbye; boat though pulling, stays, moors
when held in that other side of night's beam
over our eyes, the same sea
veins in my touch tell like knelling buoys
against feeling this drowning tide
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