the unwanted hunter

gonna find

some soft sweet sea

paddle away my need

lapping at shores

and teasing at waves

sinking myself into seed

running to curving hills

of enticement

parting those petals so fine

feeling each seam

finding the spring

and making the wild will mine

playing with fire

gentle and wet

fingering lifes very core

waiting and watching

the dance and the scream

of life crashing down on the shore

tasting the salt

licking the sweet

lapping up loves moist gift

bury myself deep into

age old possession

while my heart remains -still


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