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She stood in the open doorway

Its wood frame called to her, “come back, come back,”

But she was lost already

To the call of the sea,

The flailing arms that had taken him

From her bed to another

To dance amongst the silver scales

To sweet seductive song,

In darkness borne away in wooden husk

Tidal-tossed like loves wild hair

The golden promise of his return

Still heavy on her lip,

She watches slow the searching light

Its flickering fingers reach

But never far enough

And still the wooden frame calls out

“Come back, come back to me.”

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