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49 Ocean I had forgotten anemone, unshelled flesh, lifting and sighing in the rocking water. You bring me back to ocean, to a forest of pillars under a wharf, a place as strange as the dreams I visit each night in the drifting bed, anchored to your brown body. You peel a starfish from the piling, let me touch the crust of skin, secret mouth.We find a living sand dollar and toss our wealth back to the sea. In the dark I make love to you, your shifting sand underneath me still holding the day’s heat. ...

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