Yours is the only Sacred world I know Minutiae of delights Dripped from branches Conjures fantasies In foreign lands Show me the way in Ritual initiations I wait, dew gathering Under my skin
Twice in one year I have been spurned By one I dedicated All future selves to I smelled the edge Stepped backwards Felt the rush of Bone breaking waves Wind on my face Venture out beyond Foaming titillating Swell tickling sand I always come back Knowing as deep As orange roughy sea Future love waits For me
She was grateful that hypnotised by the sun’s reassuring splendour and the sea’s incurable restlessness, her own nerves did not recoil and spring within her to destroy this moment of repose.
Count the stars of heaven 