tidal lullaby

daylight is a foreign currency.

exiled to an isle of cotton-silk,

you spend it under unfamiliar sheets.

 

blankets billow round you like a womb

(rock you to a soft, synthetic swoon).

tidal, you rise,–

reborn beneath the moon.

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