Tonight, I am tasting the Atlantic on my tongue
I think of the spray as swallowing the end of my country
And sampling the beginning of Europe
I feel like an ambassador
Soul kissing the continents
I point my face in the direction of Ireland
And offer myself to it and the lands beyond
With America at my back
I say
Mark me, Old World and New
I exist to touch you like a builder
We have kissed and You are mine
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