I am
the burning sand
stinging
the flesh of the soles
yearning
for tide
healing
fire spots
| eyes smelling trouble |
looking with one nostril
for that other
enemy
| ears echoes |
gibbering lips
zipped sealed
I'm longing
to transform in
rippling water
caressing
people's feet
where the sea ends
and land begins.
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