One glistening morning from the round as shell
Our Querencia, a place in the sea, strong in well
We feel the most at home in us, the sun eases up
Oceans of desire, holy ground, our love in a cup
Where we return most naturally power in a spot
I feel your inner refuge, that lines us Cold to Hot
Safe to fill fully you our bodies filled with words
A flowing of together bound by the gush & girds
Where we stand, when longing, it pushes us into
In all the spaces, I cannot say, whispers us in you
To rest inside an all in all meaning kisses us high
Our feet touches the bottom low to deep our sigh
Just this once and now forever, a beach, it just fits
When we let it steps upon you reach a perfect ritz
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
One glistening morning from the round as shell
Our Querencia, a place in the sea, strong in well
We feel the most at home in us, the sun eases up
Oceans of desire, holy ground, our love in a cup
Where we return most naturally power in a spot
I feel your inner refuge, that lines us Cold to Hot
Safe to fill fully you our bodies filled with words
A flowing of together bound by the gush & girds
Where we stand, when longing, it pushes us into
In all the spaces, I cannot say, whispers us in you
To rest inside an all in all meaning kisses us high
Our feet touches the bottom low to deep our sigh
Just this once and now forever, a beach, it just fits
When we let it steps upon you reach a perfect ritz
I like to think we all have that querencia in us where a Rhye brings us back to you, that sacred longing for a place, that lives inside us, that always seems to call to us, step unto me, power laced with us, grounding us in fate, in that spot where the beach in us rolls to a rolling free.
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