Because inventing heaven
from pebble and mist
was backbreaking,
heartquaking
work
and
because I
shivered with
fever, my body lit
by rapture unfathomed,
I sought stillness in the mouth
of the ocean, gave myself
to her shallows and,
with sleepy eyes,
said
*Leave
me here.*
You laid hands to my
dreaming curves. They became
dunes, shifting; you filled my sky with birds.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
Because inventing heaven
from pebble and mist
was backbreaking,
heartquaking
work
and
because I
shivered with
fever, my body lit
by rapture unfathomed,
I sought stillness in the mouth
of the ocean, gave myself
to her shallows and,
with sleepy eyes,
said
*Leave
me here.*
You laid hands to my
dreaming curves. They became
dunes, shifting; you filled my sky with birds.
inspired by the legend of K'gari, who became an island.
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