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Waves by Stephanie bird-boned linen encasing fragile ribs squeezing, squeezing clouds of pale warm breath through cold midnight air salt wind seizes the breath at the back of your throat carrying, carrying veils of whispered moonsongs out to sea drunk on your holy, honeyed spark watching lights flow in and out of focus tasting, tasting your champagne perfume in the night, on the sea at night i sit waiting and your porcelain breath lingers still whispering, whispering the saddest moonsongs into the curved hollows of seashells « BACK |