ocean ebbs
and breaks in early dawn.

her tide strong
unveiled again
she brings a wayfinding man
further out to sea.

trust not in tithes
but abide in every wave
of hair
down the bare of her back.

she dances again
fall under her swells
chest pierced with new knowing
now, flowing,
lift eyes and hands
touch skin (not land)
all in her turning dance.

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03/19/22 - Bless the ocean. Bless her comings and her goings. Bless what she has shown me in the dark.