Magic & Phrase

Love

I went to the water to meet Love.

Alone.

 

Fervent glances distant then close.

Lips caressing and hand ’round my waist.

I went to the water to meet Love.

Alone by touch.

 

Bank of iridescent tiny creatures burrowing.

Ancient shells dragging eggs.

I went to the water to meet Love.

Alone by sand and touch.

 

Spiraling crescents of blue horses pursuing each other.

Blurring into foam at my feet.

I went to the water to meet Love.

Alone by spray and sand and touch.

 

Bowl tipping open.

Flowing into Earth, Glass and Sea.

Her presence pulsating each molecule.

I went to the water to meet Love.

She met me there, Heart carrying shimmering liquid cells.

By Her, never alone.

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