your enticing lips and whispers
fills our boat with sensations
as the tide rolls us toward the early light.
the Earth moves in tandem and continues its' slow spin.
my tongue inspects the hidden folds you inhabit beneath the sails.
we are mariners, too, plotting our heading,
and digging for treasure on sandy shores.
my bare forehead is pressed against your stomach;
our dreams float.
our sleep is deep as is the valley we inhabit.
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