| by Cara | |
| Published on: Nov 4, 2004 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=4595 | |
| our bodies liberated from the clothes that made them invisible to nearby family- rated beaches it was necessary to abuse our feet of(f) shoes and pound over pebbles, rushing in to consecration, naked, wading painfully quickly submerged city kids full on RV B-B-Qs rode past on fancy bikes du(al)ly-suspensed looked out toward us but saw only dark shimmering reflections of sunlight and trees two smiling faces, wet shiny hair devoid of shampoo and less sterilised parts hidden from view you pulled my rest against your chest pressed into my back legs kicking rhythmically, strong enough so i could let go of the red buoy or buoyancy itself and you would keep (me) afloat holding (me) in place with your grace amongst other things unspoken ungestured under-stood from where we stood- under water ungrounded undistilled until that day « return. |
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