Tuesday, June 08, 1999

pull

then you were with me
i unsteady as the sea
but more of a man
than i'd ever been

and watching you leave
just as you came
the moon into the hills
draws the river to the sea

i heard the crack
i fell beneath
waist high in wanting
hip high in greed

worship the tide
women lining the shore
it squeezes them
the bend to its pull

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