Doesn’t matter if you offer
paroxysms of delight or you’re
emptying my purse you are the one
I’ve earned, the one I get, you find the beat
hit that sweet spot you are the rip in the tide
the sun’s shudder as it slips over the horizon
splashes to the sea at the furthest line you are
that weekend we took all those years ago
that I regretted so much the next day
but later not, but later
absolutely not.

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