She

The Sound of Her Voice

She

Always an enigma,

dwells in deep, dark currents

coming forth on her own terms,

in her own time.

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She ebbs and flows

emerging…

glistening and basking on the shore for a time.

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I feel her as she nears,

The warmth of her flame,

Siren song beckoning.

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I cannot deny her

When she comes.

Nor restrain her

As she moves to go.

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And now she is here…

dangerous and thrilling…

Sweet Lifeblood of mine.

Image: Petrina Hicks: Bruised peaches 2018 from the Still Life Studio series 2018

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