Spitting Caves With You

Damp skin catches salt
sticky water churns beneath
and the lace of my skirt clings hard
to your legs like cobwebs to a strong wind.

The stars, our lives make us restless
so we play with the tangents of mystery
in the strange moonlight.

My shadow, honest and unafraid
dives into the deep night.

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