Coastal

If that hooded figure came for me now I think I might
kiss every pale white finger
like a friend or a lover come back at last
to carry me with capable arms to a place
void of heat and of cold,
where my eyes are closed forever
and we’re drifting,
drifting,
suspended in oceans.

When we slip into the water
from the windless coast
the heat remains unchanged;
the only difference
between water and land
is that now

we float.

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