Our Frontier

Hand in hand, to walk on sand, through water, in the rain,
sharing, in companionship, the pleasure and the strain:
each secret lure – each intricately idiosyncratic bent
to which you’ve ever lent

your wishes and your life:

the strange deliciousness of strife –

the predilections you exhale: a breathy cough

proceeding from what you had thought you wanted, flying off:

to stride along the stormy beach, its roiling foam of sea,
exchanging fizzling bits of you and drizzling bits of me:
investigating privacies of every stripe,
the whispered wet and ripe

experience of being here:
that, my dear, is our frontier.




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