I don’t taste skin
or sun
or much these days
without remembering
salty night
warm limbs
and fear
beating between thighs
and cursing
belated rhythms
fighting for control
over emotion
that would over run
every sentiment of sense
that controls me.
I have forgiven love
its curses
and danced within its sound
I stand stable and languid now
for once
and
for all
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