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She lets his moon soaked mast skim the strands of her mane in lambent streams one wave at a time he coasts her silvery currents stirring a half kept sleep the way a good dream should Nothing else quite quenches the drought of a neap tide poking at grassy hips like a steel hull splashing against the estuary, slapping wildly above the glassy lagoon Her beacon brings him to weathered shores untethering at the waist as he breathlessly laps her into soft dunes submerging exposed rills, mouthing her veins into a reservoir of untamed shapes And the whole peninsula becomes a bed of quartz and feldspar and dreams and minerals rich in desire drawn from the narrow strip of their meeting when his waterline slips past porous reeds, swallowing shoals with fluvial lips, spilling on her salt stained palms a generous ravine of longing. The moon pulls them towards a dream that never really ends, as the tide returns his hull to her unrepentant in this need to get lost in the living.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
Anatomy of an Island
She lets his moon soaked mast skim the strands of her mane in lambent streams one wave at a time he coasts her silvery currents stirring a half kept sleep the way a good dream should Nothing else quite quenches the drought of a neap tide poking at grassy hips like a steel hull splashing against the estuary, slapping wildly above the glassy lagoon Her beacon brings him to weathered shores untethering at the waist as he breathlessly laps her into soft dunes submerging exposed rills, mouthing her veins into a reservoir of untamed shapes And the whole peninsula becomes a bed of quartz and feldspar and dreams and minerals rich in desire drawn from the narrow strip of their meeting when his waterline slips past porous reeds, swallowing shoals with fluvial lips, spilling on her salt stained palms a generous ravine of longing. The moon pulls them towards a dream that never really ends, as the tide returns his hull to her unrepentant in this need to get lost in the living.
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. Carol Ann Duffy
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
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