She approached the periphery
Circling life slowly,
Life,
Ebbing into oceans
Vast and misunderstood
Her mind wandering into dark
Wet places
Beckoning her dissolving self
Back to shore
She fought the tide
In useless protest
Kneeling in shallows,
Fists pounding salty sand
Grabbing handfuls of hair
Moaning guttural protest
More seagull than human
Exhausted,
Falling into tide pools
Arms outstretched,
Warm ocean
Becoming her own blood
She became
New
Rising with the sun
Gathering pebbles and syllables
To roll around her tongue
As she stalked the shoreline
For one more
Glorious, golden
Day
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
I agree that this is very sensual but it is also very mythic. Love it!
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thank you!
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Well if you ask me, it is highly erotic and sensual and I absolutely loved it. Of course that could just be my mind in the gutter as usual.
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Hahaha, thanks:) The gutter is as good a place as any.
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Until it rains… doh 😉
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