"a hill stretched
out its brown arm and
drew me close I could
smell the sweat of its
crevices at every turn
then a harbour licked
my ear whispering the
things harbours say
to all the girls about
other places they have
touched but you’re the
one babe hey you’re
the one"
read the whole thing online here (click the tab that says, "from Fugacity 05 Online Poetry Anthology")
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