you open the spaces,
i the eye, wrestling in place
dodging you,
you the stinging and
salty sweat beads shall
be bristled by lashes,
fallen to the floor
each splash a reminder
that true north lies just
between your ear and scalp
each ounce a tribute
of your tongue. an altar
to your lip
each barrel
an affirmation
that i would do anything
for you Maggie.
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