Perfect Storm
She was dangerous
blame her charms
no blemish
in her mind
the sea breeze
hung onto itself
a sandpiper
installed pipes
the love they made
swirled into view
two ships in the night
darker and darker
their hulls scrapping
against each other
exchanging rust
below the waterline
while a lonely porpoise
rode the bow wave.
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