FIVE

The water gushing
from those black rocks looks hot.

The sky tastes green
with a lilac halo.

Her braid is loud against my fingertips.
She can smell my voice five kilometers away.

Her reply is only slightly salty
with a hint of ginger

till I awaken in the middle
of another fractured night.

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