My skin onto yours
fits like a sea wave onto earth
my hair smells of nicotine
Your eyes shimmer
the light has been dimming, slowly-
but my heart beats Nuttella drops on chipping biscuits
Biscuits floating away
like shipwreck wood in a cup of tea
and I sit to contemplate the night
as if it is, everlasting
No dawn to raise its head in greetings
No ports of call for a comeback
No final destination
but your face.
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