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.
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