Slow curl

A wave rising into the blue above us.
The arching back of a whale
breaking the surface.
The slow curl of a seahorse
holding onto a lover.
A water spout.
A sunken city.
The backward geometry
of warm honey.
A piano.
A summer peach.

All these miracles
I see in your neck
and the drums that
kick through your pulse.

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