Soul dips
to horizon
beneath
feet current
pulses aqua:
angel fish
graze skin
like striped
ghosts;
surf hard
over reef
black dots
of humanity
pinned;
& the waves
keep coming
lulling, lulling,
infinity’s curse.
Shush shush
shuffle,
ocean’s
soporific night
tumble:
you murmur,
bed strewn
with white
frangipani,
delicate,
sacred.
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