I breathe what I am and need breath to soar.
No one's vessel or vassal, savior or slave.
Dance along with my love the waves.
Weave a wet path in my forgetful heart.
And drown forgotten in swirls of art.
Vicious yet inviting, with my ever feeling hands,
Ever embracing my lover the sand.
Stand on me for I will hold you firm.
And hide between your toes and squirm.
Never moving for my heart is pinned.
Dreaming of the day I will hold the wind.
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