When the sea fans his cool breath
across the mudflats and the waves spray
rough as whiskers on his chin, and
the seaweed clasps with clingy hands,
a vibration zaps through me like fire from
flint and a spark ignites in my eyes.
across the mudflats and the waves spray
rough as whiskers on his chin, and
the seaweed clasps with clingy hands,
a vibration zaps through me like fire from
flint and a spark ignites in my eyes.
~Hammeh
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