Exploring lands
These waters extend to.
Fertile soil newly sown
with seeds of purpose and dignity,
after poisons of profit
were baptised in a monsoon
of bloodshot clarity.
He glides to a horizon
between fantasy and truth.
Like an anchor sinking into me,
He slows down, morphing his bow
from fingernails to fingertips,
Translating my body into deja-vu.
My surface ripples and exhales
in sated recognition.
Delicate waves decorated with surf
Close themselves around port and starboard each night.
The sky becomes canvas to this,
Contoured with stars
and the stares of mystics.
Osmotic breaths appear
beneath every skin, every mask.
This touch, ethereal and sacrosanct,
now a universe made.
I am the ocean he has always sailed upon.
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