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Lips pressing tight
while his tongue sought
her locus point
the frequency... that would bring her
Home.
Then mount.... slowly.. enter
and find his own way, welcomed
Home.
Long spirals of unfocused
Conversation... weave and join
Movement of Oceans.. she said little
Great value in what she did say.... she held him
and listened...
Dark, angular... patchwork
they taught each other..
unity of body... pleasure of mind.
No longer troubled, dreams.. travels
Stale humour, pain... fragments
of a life he barely knew
Tears start, but she made no sound at all...
as she dug through the remains of her man.
