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the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
BDSM (bitumen dominatrix, save me)
by
D.W. Baker
polluted waves
carving the coast
with liquid teeth
leaving crescent marks
in my beloved's skin –
how hungry we were
D.W. Baker is a submerging poet from St. Petersburg, FL, where he writes about place, bodies, belonging, and the end of the world. His work appears in Corporeal Lit, Green Ink Poetry, and Feral Poetry, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. More: linktr.ee/dwbaker
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