UN.
the rhythm we make
in fits and starts, heroic
is my perfect storm
DEUX.
time my breath with yours.
drown myself in your green sea,
reach out and save me.
TROIS.
fog rolls slowly in
still we sit, two craggy rocks
swallowing the dark.
QUATRE.
the Moon, wrapped in night
finds her image in the tide
she searches her face
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