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just bones

tides rising,
weathering the emptiness
with opened palms,
scattered lashes
dancing side to side
as if the winds are moving us.

what do you lose
between sinking
and dreaming?
where love is a longing
to wrap the ocean
inside your bones.

where do you go
when the blue
vacates from behind
the eyes?
and the sighs of freight trains
travel our skins,
tenderly tucking themselves
in our pores?

waters coaxing
with breaths too stifling
for breathing,
and deaths take us
too far
from here.