Ocean knows me like she knows her monsters:
Testing me, tasting me.
Nothing is secret.
I try to make scarce- try to float and find my own knowing.
Try to still, try to cease.
But there she is, more present than I could ever be absent:
tonguing
lapping
surrounding
boasting-
"Nothing is secret."
3 comments:
Magnifique.
krista, this is a very sexual poem and i wonder if you meant or realized this.... hmmm
ALANNA,
Definitely realized it.
Couldn't help writing it.
Watched it give birth to itself under my own very fingertips.
Joel,
Thanks.
:)
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