Man Friday

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I need a man, Friday,
To be marooned with me
On a desert island
For a night…or day in

Perfect solitude.

Alone together in the midst of
White linen sands
The roar or crashing waves
Green trees he cannot see .

With the taste of salt on tongues
No rescue will be needed other than the rescue of ourselves
As he wrecks me again and again and again against his rugged shore.

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