Fatal Surge




Fatal Surge


You tasted the salt
of my inner thigh,
dunes of fine, smooth skin
strung my most intimate garments.
I found honey in your rump
from where I drank its last fiber.

I followed the crescent moon,
the swell of the sea swallowed me.

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