Call

With half light

at someone else's sheets

--after the music

with the curve of neck

with the wrapping

& strokes shoulder

slow stroked should (with)

your dark hair

(full) like the sea

your fine hair

rolling like the sea

with all that I

am & and without my understanding

& this long back

on which

I find slow line

with my fourth finger

& the flat of my thumb

& feet that disappear

below the edge --off

motionless leg

without understanding the

words which brought you

or the pressing

& lips that dance

elsewhere

when you laugh

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