A moment of translucency

In mind and out

In dreams and fantasies
the sea drapes her lace
in gossamer traces through your fingertips
her depths translucent
like this lingerie she wears,
at the lushness of her wild
and delicate
edges
It’s where she finally
greets the sand, with secrets
of her seaweed hands
she whispers foamy sighs
of relief
as she glides to you
she finds your eyes
and there’s this knowing,
this understanding of the shore
before she is taken
by the inevitability
of the tide
and she must retreat
into the darkness of her depths again

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