The Tides 4


(Stretched, eased, quietly perched atop a white dune. Feet together, palms up, eyes closed in gentle meditation, extending the senses two paces, ten paces to infinity.)

"The Walls of Air"

Hisses of shoreline
Overlap and mix
Below me, the sets come
Marching to bow down.

A breeze lifts my hair
Blowing from the left
I feel its caress
Behind my ears,
Between my breasts.

Breathe a great breath
Of scent so pure,
Like drinking shivers
Through my nose.

My chin tilts back
Swallowing down the breeze
As it flows in my chest
And expands me with ease.

Cypress and rosemary
With a hint of pine
And various other flavors
Congealed in an angelic perfume
Homogenous and whole.

It delights my senses
It delights my mind
Exploding with me
Caresses without me
It kisses me and remains behind

Long after I've gone.

The air up there
Is not just for height,
But for the pure
And the sensual
Erotic purity
That nature has transpired
To deliver it just right.

To mend, to grow at the peaceful beaches,
Breathe as the mighty waves teach us.

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