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At the bottom,

the myst merges with the

ocean swells…

dipping down low

in a tango move,

sultry, like he said.

 

Above, there are suggestions

of clouds

now puffy white balls;

now fading in

the night sky…

I hear beyond that

 

there is a moon,

silvery, slippery, and thin.

She’s probably been

skinny-dipping

when no one was looking

again…

 

The deep solid churning

of ocean’s calling,

yearning,

continues through it all.

And I wonder, probably should

write these lines down…

 

Inside the pulse goes

deep pulling attention

with it a moment…

Behind all the roar

and din

of myst merging mar,

 

I release, surrendering

and You take over

my body…

answering all

kisses and songs

and joking,

“you will do anything

for love, won’t you?”

Blissfully sighing,

I smile

agreement.

~janet