Selke Cycle 11: in shallow tides

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in shallow tides

in shallow tides the rules are crossed
and all our sacred boundaries lost
that we may be made flesh of one
at edge of sea, beneath the sun.

where kisses bloom like petaled sin
to draw you out, to draw me in,
to find the grind we beg to make
that ancient thirsts and hungers slake.

and I shall lay until the tide
call you back to legends' side
and I am left, with memoried kiss
to ponder one sweet span of bliss.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.