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[smokingboot]

When the bay shone with phosphorescence
Some told it was the dance
of sea snakes or smugglers lights
across the archipelago

Going out in the boat
to find them all, we said
Falling into the space between us
salt deep shimmering

If your hands were sumptuous I bit them
While they rough-knotted my hair
If I had music you kissed it
straight out of my throat

Lightning and tide we were
Only the storm released us,
brought one home while one became
A light under the lagoon