for Jenelle
a climate
between our hands
a shore
a fog
that creams between
our palms
breath is transferred
from one to another
oxygen buoyed from
you to me
we are sharing its boat
a pulse
cold and warm
the temperature
of the coast
a humidity
only known
where water rests
where water moves
our two hands need
each other to breathe
Erotic
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