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if you wish me
not to go
tell me now
press your lips
to mine
a hairs breadth away
in the darkness
past the gaze
of the setting sun
and beyond the reach
of the eyes of those who
bear us ill will
if you wish me
not to go
enrapture me
with one of your
stories
it's not a difficult thing
to be ensnared by you
by your laugh
by your heart
by the gentle way with which
you regard
dying things
if you wish me
not to go
plead with me to stay
entreat me to
see reason
and bargain with me:
your love in exchange
for my feet
planted firm
on the sand of this island
if you wish me
not to go
then find a way
out of this
tricksters' trap
and let me
once again
live only
to taste the
salt on your lips
not from tears
but from the gentle
waves
and soft breezes
that drift shoreward
from the
glassy blue
of the
sea.