Imbibe

deep persuasion

words drunk like wine

intoxicating my soul

hastening my fall

as I imbibe

every

breathless

word

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Vintage girl

Vintage girl

found within sepia stained pages.

Bound to a life

she was never meant to live.

Dutiful exploits

catalogued inside,

pages

curled over time,

color

seeping from the edges.

she pushes at boundaries.

Her mind,

her soul,

ready to be more than one shade

of alive.

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Half light

I watch this sea

in daylight

in half light

and in total darkness,

finding it mysterious and ever-changing.

I listen to its song,

the even ebb and flow of the tide

gentle

rough

gentle.

I don’t check the time,

knowing by the sound that the tide has come in.

When I wake,

as the dawn breaks over the horizon,

I know that the water will have receded.

The tide will be out

and spread across the beach,

scattered like drunken sailors on leave,

will be messages from the deep,

interspersed with cylindrical sand shapes

where the water has leached away

waiting for the moment the tide pushes its way

inland again

the land’s thirst for the sea

sated.

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Every smile

I sat upon the sand

watching as he played amid the waves,

catching each swell as I’d taught him.

With every rise and fall,

and every smile and laugh,

I could see the past years

and the pain and stress he endured

melt away

and for those few carefree moments

he was a kid again,

one who had no worries in front of him

except for whether he might swallow too much

of the sea…

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Beauty breathes

It is by her shores that I find

where beauty breathes.

With every ebb and flow of her tides

I inhale deeply 

of what my soul craves

and what my heart aches for;

exhaling what I no longer need,

burdens too heavy to carry

and which bring me only sorrow.

I lay them at my feet,

no sacrifice to the gods

simply a hopeful offering,

watching as the waves cover them completely,

gradually pulling them away from me,

freeing me

from what had held me below the surface

unable to breathe.

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Sea of whispers

This sea of whispers

drowns me

when I venture too close,

the tide catching me

in its midst. 

A reminder of being touched

by the vigor of your waves.

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Her neck

He adored her neck.

Her skin,

pale and perfect,

had the bloom of a rose

in winter.

Her neck,

with its pale elegance,

he knew,

if it were possible,

would be a place of pilgrimage,

a holy site;

one that he would readily worship at

using all of his senses.

Running his nose along to catch her scent,

it’s heady fragrance making him dizzy

with desire,

lifting her hair and using his mouth

to leave kisses along its length,

feeling her wildly beating pulse

beneath his lips.

His teeth would graze her skin,

igniting nerve endings,

causing a bolt of desire to shoot through her,

and finally, his tongue would taste her,

her unique flavor greeting his mouth

in celebration.

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