Boards on a sponge breathe,
each other’s pumping knots expand and contract quietly and fretless hours pass without misunderstanding lended
from a month of bad weather.
That’s the way I like to remember us –
Mouthful of forever
Invincible in our recovery
Waiting for whatever surprise
Arrives with a tax return.
Enveloped.
Good morning habit kiss.
Good measure and chivalry;
Not Snakeskin
On dirty sheets.
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