LUNETTES
Baby, it’s not you or me.
We’ve not known a journey like that:
no white whale, no cold sea.
I dreamt it swallowed us under;
the waves were roaring applause.
Kelp ribbons and iodine, my
muscles strapped around yours.
The lunettes of your jawline, darling,
the crescent stripe of your hand.
You clasp my spine, we move tight now
brushing half-moons in the sand.
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