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And what would you have done?

Had I gone to you

Palms open

With only the distance of space so close

Between us

Around us

Minute and yet so vast and immense

Like the limitless ocean

Overflowing with unspoken 

Depths of needs

Of a desire so great

That it drowns out the sun

Now a shadow in its watery bosom

Where whispered prayers of drowning men

are forever silenced

With a kiss from your cold salty lips.