Belly in the Water

Skin winking against bathroom candlelight
A breath in, the shore recedes
Sea water ebbs in a waiting belly button
Breath out, come the slinking waters again
A shiver of wind,
goosebumps now miniscule footprints
on this pale beach
Waxed moonlight glides over sand,
highlighting the wavering tracks

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