Sitting by the ocean
Things are pulled out of her
That other people can’t even ask for.
Her insides are emptied onto the sand
And are escorted into the greatness
Of water timeless. She cannot lie
To the beach;
She is perfect before it
And protected by the feeling
Of being nothing and temporary.
He arrives unexpectedly,
Which is the best way
to depart the expected.
He does not end anything,
An observer with hands and legs
He respects the old connections
That existed before his name
Was in her mouth.
He is not jealous of immortality,
He smiles as the years smooth him,
And he smoothes her,
Her toe tips in sea foam.
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