The tide washes
against my knees.
I wish I could be
a thousand feet tall
and walk into the sea,
where each step
sinks a hundred feet
deeper.
Then, perhaps, I could see
you smiling, sunbathing,
on that distant beach.
Yellow one-piece…
it matches the sun,
indeed, Sol’s gravity
is the only embrace
sure enough to keep
your splendor and light
from coming undone
and burning away the sea.
I am not diminished by this steam.
I wade in the wake
of a Sun Goddess.
The hem of her skirt
is sewn with shells
and in her wake
wades the beast
that her gentle love
had spared.
One thousand feet
deep, I reach
and gather the shells
offered by the sea,
sew and weave,
sew and weave,
sew and weave.
© CG Tenpenny, 2021.
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Gorgeous. Loved how you ended it. Peaceful.
Thank you. It was a peaceful image. Glad it conveyed