Grey on grey, a soft shadow
longing washed into insignificance
slides through the landscape
everywhere spoiled for beauty
the privilege of place and stolen time
salt water and mist
she curls her body in readiness
the nervous system on alert
it’s just water, love
ocean, sky, a memory of pain in muted tones
nerves don’t carry memory
that is the simple story
you can’t conjure it, it’s carried in cell tissue
in the back lit sting that lingers
silent as a phantom limb
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