In silt and sand
awaiting the thellasic
lick of high water,
flaccid buoys
– tethered to mark
the edge of aphrodisiac
beds – rise in time
for the smack
and dredge.
Maggie on Dudley and Eunice | |
![]() | Rockall Mugs | Will… on It’s Pissing Down On… |
![]() | Peak 3 (Stillborn) |… on Alderley Edge |
erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg) | |
hana on Succotash |
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