palm hand
twinpeak scabs
love was seeing you
feet in the sand
first time at the beach
first look at the ocean
all those firsts
you shared with me
open, split open,
wide and supple,
as was the sky
gulls could fly
in all that first
I bore witness.
only one first
and one last.
for me, right now,
both are you.
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