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Semaphores
Semaphores
Slippery slopes remain
Cooled by the air
My palms and fingers
Slid inside your dress
Running
Along your spine
Tingled to your neck
Converts body
I wandered
And plundered
In the taciturn distance
Make you a sea
And I your beach
Make you a wave
And I your crest
Make you a castle
And I the bricks
To stand upon the shore
I the wind
Whisper its caresses
In my hand
Impart
And hold you
Aloft
Slippery slopes remain
Copyright ©
Colin Mitchell Williams
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