because i love you)last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to
me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and
stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face
smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs
feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly
creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit
floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur

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