swallow
its clouds wrap around,
lull, and weigh down
these high-rise roofs.
The ocean shore
is licked by waves,
like a young lover,
keen to be
unforgettable,
hungrily licks you.
Desperate seagulls
in the port at night
swallow fish
with scales and bones.
They could’ve lived on
in sweet oblivion,
unfamiliar with grief,
fishermen’s hands,
the scrape of boat hulls,
or the scent of their own
insides –
they’re swallowed whole,
no hesitation,
no choking.
Like a young lover,
keen to be unforgettable,
swallows it all,
eyes locked on yours.
We walk by the water:
a bridge, a tide,
dawn barely breaking.
The earth is slightly
irritated by our steps.
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