a motorboat along the line
between sea and sky
sun sprinkles silver and white
into a murky green sea
waves riding in eagerly
had too much of numbers, taxes, calculation, equity,
balance sheets, distribution, cheques, payments, percentages, loans, rates
i unclasp her bra
baby seal, my head bobbing
mouth finds the nipple
salt sea mamma will suckle me
and all will turn to the best
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