One word for the flat clean rock-sea
Rugged.
Shadow under light--the two inseparable.
Lines of the body as hard as the wind before a
storm

(I watch from some fragile tree-top--
Green and trembling
watch the hurricane force condense
into a single drop.)
I want to touch it painfully
Like a sour tooth itches
Want the soft hard
As moss on a stone
The coral bones beneath the warm warm surf.

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