izzy

putting my seal skin back on
worried it won’t –
it does –
tight around the waist but
it still fits

sleek and wet
the time has come
to slip away again

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sarah

The moonlight licks your shoulder
We hiss and sizzle
Like bacon fat frying
Like soft drink kissing ice
And sigh, water on a hot wok
And I’m left with salty lips
And a kitchen to clean

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