Restless
blush of sapphire and gold,
the ocean wallows.
its sumptuous pillows
no human ever slept.
it devours beauty,
amorphous and nude.
long before gods, it sequestered death,
and made itself the door.
petals of foam trellis its wine,
bristling to wane.
restless petals, needy yet doomed--
ceaseless pulse in white-green gardens,
wet flames, arch-and-sink of lusts,
such swollen aches
melting on the heave of pendulums.
the ocean, its great Gaze,
amasses the fluid lenses
it has swallowed and shaped,
and waits, as shipwrecked as a fiancée
who stares up at the deeps of the universe
for a trace of a fiery kiss.
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