Blinking

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Poetry
Sailing solo,
Sand and songs,
One wet page,
All sweet and dour.

I feel the soothing caress
Of the steaming bath.
I smear the mirror
With wet tenderness.

Cold water,
Lashes at my back.
I lash out,
As if your long hands
Were grasping
Golden rings
That my fingers
Will never wear.

Sad song,
Blinking boat
Sailing solo.

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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