We gleam towards the docks
And the images come and go
We hand one another the same unspoken gifts
After nothing more may grow
We share the same crisp air
And forget we can breathe
While exhalations graze through glazes of sand glaring upon your neck
Actualizing again our mutual passive presences
We glide across the slideshow of vineyards
Intoxicated by our hearts so true
Hundreds of freezeframed tunnels
And I want to explore each one with you
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