Anthracite

Waves crash on the deck and grope at my shins

pretending to be gentle thus lying about their power

always wanting more, pretending they loved me

its rich bounty of fish and salt as the tease

This love will claim me before I am ready

as with all things meaning the most

water embraces the body like mothers arms

and bubbles rise away like a lover saying goodbye.

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