Captiva

I’ve become a cove girl,

my pockets filled with shells
with limbs tied
to nothing.

My words I have bartered
for moonlight streaming
down my throat.

Wrapped in it’s light
I barely imprint
the sand.

Let us be specks
in an immense world where
for you are my universe.

These wet walls echo with sighs
it’s been eons since they’ve heard
the moans of lovers.

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