If the ocean
does not remember me
I will not be surprised
it has been
so long
since I
last encountered
its tremulous
capricious
embrace
but I never
asked to be
a river
I was never
so certain
so direct
Look how
my mouth
meticulous
and dissolute
is swollen
with senseless
seduction
with indigent rain
and yearning
but if I
were to
approach you
If I should
advance, unmasked
I know you
would only
swallow me
without hesitation
without regret
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