sea salt sighs on open sores
lined his lawn
on this side of the forsythia fence.
[embraced in spathe]
like another
till I brink
hips & lips
[crowned a suitable me]
shameful fishing
sneaky bile
long-acting, lured
I know,
Unaltered.
Destinies
arose
she rose
we rose
vexed
aligned
aligned
aligned
