The shiny residue
of dreams the foam
of washed-up kisses
your feet swirled around
by minor coruscations
so you described your drive
along the shore your dream
by my side half-submerged
laying down on the road
to sleep or die
in the dream you’re sure
it’s death but when
you wake you’re certain
you will live
forever.
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