Sand Dune

Inside a circle of stone, I stood
under a star-studded sky
He held, unshared, the silence in the air
In this old glittering place
in the changing of light
at the edge of the sea
He feeds me strange fruit
picked from a thin case
that widens and swallows in space

He opens his eyes wide
until the roots of his vision are torn
My mouth is full of berries
pulp and juice, leaking out into the sea
The women in the caves are smiling at me
I smell the sour tongue
of the one who is winding my mind
Hissing and sucking, the curve of the water
that pours from the umbilical sea

In the sand dune, he gathers my hand
inching towards the wet skull of low tide
Crying and spreading velvet feathers,
waxwings tangle the thoughts in my head
He soaks my skin in the chalky shore
where white foam scatters
reminding me of birth and the bitter taste
of wishes on a sun swept beach
where night rolls into the sea

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