The day the storm hit the coast
he drifted along the shoreline
looking for trouble in her jade eyes
– see-through waves through
the discoloured sun –
chaos and fury in his heart
hoping to find her of the pale eyes
forever resting in the waves
She turns towards me while opening the door — The two cavities under her collarbones, dark under the scorching lightbulb — — Her shirt...
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