The riot
Began on a quiet night
She slipped out of her skin
Swam in silver
Becoming a thing without need of heat or pulse
And blooming beneath the waves
Briefly recalled
The lost heartbeat and its mercurial wont
To fall in love, to feel and dance
Sweating and electric
Swaying like sea creature become used to land
The breathless longing and great pain
For if, you cast off your humanity
You may lose more than the disturbance of life
The very knocking against your chest
A thunder, a pain, a joy
That supplicate and clenched urge
Sometimes silently played out on the watchful flicker
Of hands casting over and over
Some semblance of longing, unbreakable
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