I moaned your name before I knew it
And cried to darkened ceilings, searching
Twisted my toes in anticipation, but nothing ever came.
The tides were rising.
I found a floating pace and drifted
Let the seaweed twine around me, pulling
Sought out your boyish voice, and lost it to the current
The signs were apparent.
And I spoke your body before I learned it’s language
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