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Love should be the green of the sea, the red
of the shore. We did not kiss or entwine
our limbs. We’re hungry. We’re lonely. A stone
slab is my bed by the Armenian
church. Love should be more than shadows, broken
lamplight, a dance by the temple. A moan,
a spark in your hair. Sea glitter. The whine
of the sea craving for more. I have fed
my heart plenty enough, still it wants more.
Let this love burst phosphorous. The let the sea
call the tide to return once more the shore.
Is love the tide? you the sea? I the shore?
Who know? Just that you are mad, I misfit
and our love deep enough to drown in it.
