Barter
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James McLain
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Love·lies there bare, things of this
move past to show, you live to tell.
Billowing out in bright crimson red
this full sail beneeth the bluest sky.
A chalice of brine and salt around the clouds
on edge I ask each curve, looking up.
The sun shares it's warmth I barter with breath
I held,
waiting for night to come upon my shadow.
Soft breath the eastern wind reveals
your shore as the moon reveals your face
against my back.
I share to barter with volcanic speckled
sand between each toe.
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