the beholder’s wings

your eyes are the sea
i’ve never seen

bits of sand and salt
mixed with horizon

and i stand
toes wet
on the shore
of submersion

thinking swim
and float
and maybe even

wanting to dive
into the heart tide
aqua league

crash myself back
against rocks
grown jagged

smoothing over
soothing wound
polishing our scars

etching fern
into your landscape
of stone




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