You ask me
once again,
I hold my breath
and count
to ten
Immersed
and submerged,
wave tossed
lost
in the current,
lifted by swell
I'm adrift
Tossed onto shores
feet cut by shells,
walking through quicksand,
feeling quite sick,
and,
can't find the way
to the place
we once stayed
A cheap B and B
near Clapton on Sea,
where damp walls
and cold chips,
heartened
despite hardships,
sustained us,
entertained us
You were such a good dancer
but you bite
lacquered nails
as once more
I fail
to give you an answer
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