into a shallow depression
The small of your back
is an oasis
of warm skin
My mouth is bitter
corruption
dry swollen tongue
poisoning from the inside
My ears are coffee filters
keeping the dregs
of offhand remarks
I understand
The small of your back
is an oasis
My heart rests
in radiated heat
the soft hum
of your wavery voice
on sandy shores
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