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At arm's length [177] Lexi#5

At arm's length

We were always within an arm's length, swim-
ming in the Tyrrhenian Sea, arms free,
suckers relaxed. We raced each other, a-
ware only of each other, swaying with
the motion of the tide coming in, cling-
ing to each other as if we were each
other's rock. One day we parted and the o-
pen sea became our new home. You roamed. I
roamed. Yet by moonlight I miss you, wishing
I were still embraced by your eight strong arms.

© Kåre Enga [174.177.zm] Lexi#5 (14.july.2017)