Two tired bodies
braided on the cold floor
damp from the sea
see me in july in green
when the air sat on our shoulders like the devil
and the sky was open and empty.
In the sun
fingers walk up your ear and down your elbow
you could never leave my rock
like some needy crocodile
My eyes close
a cold nose to press against your neck
at riverside dock
when chadrack ran wild
and you sang the bible
[charlotte and liam are born in new zealand.]
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