To the kitchen tilted inland
I slide down in the dark.
The pipes whine and shudder
as I pour myself some water.
I climb through the living room
to the bed that leans toward the sea,
where I take my place beside you,
our feet to the window,
and beyond, the grass, the wind,
the dunes, the waves, the storm.

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