Someday,

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my love,

we will live near the sea,
let the waves and the salt
mineralize me.

And I hope to hear
the gentle clear—

A rush of gulls,
a crunch of skulls.

So with glass below,
great blue above.

Tower me, dunes,
under peace; a love.

With the sea, at last,
waves pulling fast—

You tell me it’s true,
and love I’ll be there
with you.