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I dance in the gentle tide of the Pacific at midnight,
naked save the sand on my breasts and back
and the moonlight wrapped about my thighs
as it rises in a sheer sheet of milky satin
from the surface of the sea riddled with flotsam and jetsam.
The grit of warm sand between my teeth
makes me giggle and clench my teeth,
pound my feet faster,
make my heart crash,
and feel the breaking of the waves upon my head,
the water singing softly as a dove,
trickling in and out of my ear,
a cold and curious finger.
The salt dances fresh and electric on my lips,
I toss my head to the sky and the spray falls
into my hair, a diamond tiara,
opening and closing in the wind like a lotus at dawn.
Far beneath this deep black sea the sun sleeps
in a chamber cold and silent,
oblivious to the mystery that hangs in this night air like Saturnine rings
of jasmine, salt, and sulphur,
of water, blood, and wine,
suspended by the loving caress of the sea against the sand
and the clap of heavenly wings
as the jubilant primordial sea pounds its feet with me.
naked save the sand on my breasts and back
and the moonlight wrapped about my thighs
as it rises in a sheer sheet of milky satin
from the surface of the sea riddled with flotsam and jetsam.
The grit of warm sand between my teeth
makes me giggle and clench my teeth,
pound my feet faster,
make my heart crash,
and feel the breaking of the waves upon my head,
the water singing softly as a dove,
trickling in and out of my ear,
a cold and curious finger.
The salt dances fresh and electric on my lips,
I toss my head to the sky and the spray falls
into my hair, a diamond tiara,
opening and closing in the wind like a lotus at dawn.
Far beneath this deep black sea the sun sleeps
in a chamber cold and silent,
oblivious to the mystery that hangs in this night air like Saturnine rings
of jasmine, salt, and sulphur,
of water, blood, and wine,
suspended by the loving caress of the sea against the sand
and the clap of heavenly wings
as the jubilant primordial sea pounds its feet with me.
Literature
distinction
This is what I cannot understand.
There is an understanding that nothing is ever black and white. Good can be achieved through bad means, what's wrong can sometimes be right, and if you turn right for long enough, you eventually go left. Boys can be girls who fall in love with girls who sometimes think they are boys and the lines between everything end up irreversibly blurred.
Or so I've always thought.
But this is a line that cannot be blurred. This is the only remaining clear-cut line that separates black from white as perfectly as a color wheel. And that is the fact that everything is until it isn't. We are until we aren't. We breathe u
Literature
She was Beautiful
We have a daughter
called poetry
quiet with little fuss
looking up
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.
She knows there are
worse things than dark
the black waters of the mind
are scarier.
We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
called poetry
Literature
Condensation
I think of you at sunrise;
( sometimes ) when I think of you
I think in terms of teraVolts ( sometimes
Fundamental; / I think of cycles that
cut through magnetic fields: relativistic 50 microTeslas
/and escape; velocity & energy(multiplying) naturally
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The grit of warm sand between my teeth
makes me giggle and clench my teeth, is the first teeth supposed to be toes?
I can tell this is your favorite suit. You seem to be more emotional in your writing, which I like. The use of tactile descriptions makes this one unique and the realism is very clear.
and the clap of heavenly wings Easily my favorite line in this, I can hear it and see it.
makes me giggle and clench my teeth, is the first teeth supposed to be toes?
I can tell this is your favorite suit. You seem to be more emotional in your writing, which I like. The use of tactile descriptions makes this one unique and the realism is very clear.
and the clap of heavenly wings Easily my favorite line in this, I can hear it and see it.