Your lip cracks, sweet
water. Like to like we bleed.
Our tidal current widens the way. Not
a breaking. An easing.
Uprivered by salt winds
to home horizon, our border
hearts open. Our reed bodies fill brimful
with river water, fill brimful with rain.
from Last DaysFind more by Tamiko Beyer at the library
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