Musings by The Poet Loriet

Harbor

Lingering
Halfway between moonbeams
And earthen soil
I feel your arms calling me down
To the cotton ocean
Your eyes reveal your thirst
Subsequently, I liquefy
Melting on your spoon
And swirling
Into your inner beauty
For safekeeping.

Lori Beal


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