Intensely dark
Blue
Relentless crashes
Smashes
Tenders just below
Flesh
Alive, rooted
In rock, stone.

But for this
Swaying, breathing
Heaving haven,
Pirate ships
Luscious hips
Marauding lips
Eons of ravenous
Locusts

Chewing beauty.

Aquamarine
Mother’s ashes
Mother’s bed
Heaven on
Earth.

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