And after landing on the coast in a seaplane
My dad and I witness hammerhead sharks wriggling up the beach to nest in the long grass
The next night, the angel-haired man dares me
Leaning against my kitchen counter
Melts under my hand cradling jaw, my thumb skating across the lower lip
Seconds later
We ride our breath to the top of our lungs
And my aftercare is a fingertip trip up and down his arm
We know that this is all there is to it
And we are happy for that, enough
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