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Saturday, February 09, 2013

Merely Wet

There is the
        line
between us, the
        line
that divides the saturated
        and
the merely wet sand.

Hot,
     let go of your hand,

     shirt in the sand,

                        dive in.

You watch from the
         safe side.
The tops of your toes
                  are
                      dry.

Out of the water,
         sand between
         my toes
and chaffing
         soft skin,
I find you guarding your
         line.

I hold you,
            I dry myself
                         on you.
And I laugh at you,
         now wet,
         now just
                  merely wet.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0    
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