Curly dawning, English mist swells and resuscitates
arching through sea rocks sunken with moss
as a thin caress of the sea’s inner lining faints on the tip of
Her tongue burning and pining towards the moon
thick with memories and portals to new spheres of existence
Her trail sinks into the ocean and washes up her trembling knees
a sigh and a flushed thigh drip through archways of cool seaweed
and cavernous shells simmering on the brink of morning
stirring great clouds of lightness into her chest
expanding into amaranthine skies heaping with roses
Weeping off the weight of time and expectations
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