Unlike the lascivious thrill seeking a staid life,
heel shadows squeezed in pavement cracks,
one replaces the gaps, pure continuous spill,
fills pores of emptiness, salty sea of exertion,
a satiety unknown til now, she, moss-ful mind.
I miss the way you walk alone apace with love.
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In the gaze of the other 