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The Sunlit Ocean
Slipping between
the scattered diamonds
as turquoise waters part
and gently lisp against my throat
The heat beats down and the sunlit ocean
claims me as its own
Swimming in the shallows
fish and rocks, bend and merge
the lapping lens obscures them all
weightless in the womb of possibility
The purest pleasure
of the planet against my pores
The dipping sun, a molten iron ingot
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Tuesday 20th September 2022 10:34 pm
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