your head
i long (for)
my arms around it
like the pillow you rock in your R.E.M.
the slightly moist feeling
of your coconut hair
cushioning my fall
on your cheek
your mind's sunny rim
a blond Caribbean beach
or a Long Island
of golden threads
and moon waters
(for)
i long.
I look at the horizon
of this virtual loss
i long (___) our island
and its corn seams
but it is_____lost (?)
______(not)
i'm just a_____ girl writing
_______(Lost)
___________words
and_________your eyes_______look so blue_______
___(I) (guess)_________(don't)__________(anymore)
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