Jennifer Granville


The Westerly Sea

You kissed me, as the sea kissed our feet
And planks rotted away beneath us
And nothing else mattered
But the firmness of your lips

My ground

There is no worth
In which sea is closer
You stole my soul
With the breath of your claiming kiss

Which will always remind me
Of the taste of the sea against our skin

Consecrating rightness.
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