They had been surrounded
by water and a strange language
all day, they thought they understood
only each other. Looking out the darkness
sky and sea indistinct but for the stars
dropping hints on the water--he pointed out Mars
impossibly close to Venus, and she said
Maybe they're not who we think they are.
Once inside, they found themselves
making love, not knowing who started it
only that there were needs
and rarely any answers.
Tomorrow the men will talk
around them, despairing of last night's
catch, as if because they took to sea
they deserved its secrets.
Meanwhile, they will catch each other
looking away, away from the sea,
its constant rocking.
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drey! if you didn't tell me about the little part in this poem that you thought problematic, i wouldn't ever have noticed! ok ito! more, more, more oxygenator! =)
dar? hahaha. oh well, it seems to be a good thing, those oxygenators. but this one in particular was pre-high. hahaha. thanks!
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