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Behind the neck

where thoughts bloom

a birthmark maps an ocean.

There, a kiss evaporates

into the salty wind.

Two exiled bodies

meet in the blue meridian.

Though weary

their bodies and language

mirror dance and poetry.

Their forbidden love tastes of salt,

smells of unslakable thirst,

echoes the depth of blue

where compasses vanish.

Their entwined fingers whisper

like mountain to the wind.

Secretly they smile,

together they cook

their salty dreams

caught in fish eyes.

Like the sea

opening into a desert,

they quench each other,

breathing heavily,

entangled—

a submarine volcano

unwinding its heat

into an ocean, deep.

Two exiled strangers

meet in the expanse.

Their bodies

marked by tears.

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