Soft, 'Up Around
J
James McLain
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I cannot control such is all of that, wind
and only by the lips from which it sings
and singing as it does and still it yet
brings forth the foam in which i stand
and though it is brown and many days
and windy the waves
up around your warm tattoo, soft ankle.
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