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your stones

your stones strength

my under stand,
ask naught my knowing.

laddering my ups down,

you shelter me
with infinite wilder ness

pulsing moonshores.

could I swallow the ocean

more than taste your lips’

simple passioning.
what deep fury prowls

below your steady swells.
in drowning will I lose my sense of self.

or do I fear theeself of who I am

your eye.

from above,

your waves forgive my reflection.
free my climb.

sourcing my step,
you embrace me with outstretched

soul of palms.

ring upon rungs sky love
shegiver of life.