and looked like the sea when the wind was not quite blowing
going from peace to ecstasy.
Somewhere there was a cave where the water was still
except where the waves, lapping, shimmered against it
and left their light on the far side of her face.
There she rained
where the effect of each drop was gentle
and always noticed.
In the trembling an immense sea opened up.
She stood on the edge of it
daring herself to fall in abandon,
felt the thrill of not falling
of opening herself up to the sea
un til it flowed through the molding of her bones.
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