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Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep 
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters 
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh 
volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever in abeyance as days grind
on at a petty pace, as winding cathartic minds strive to be free and leave their
fears of mortal sin, intrusive family— religious dogma dismissive, oppressive 
My yearning heart writhes in agonizing prose knowing senses magma 
guilt etched into my very core, now behind
I’ll unwind, in a soft bed of sand that awaits
Spring’s strong winds of life call, visible the sea in the  
distance, in instance, heads tilt, abut, falling upon my 
wooer’s shoulder, he presses gears, downshifts reaching tireless 
slate-gray force spreading over ocean floors flooding with no remorse 
An uncommon gallantry he displayed, a warrior’s valiant looks 
fired  up  my  very  essence 
A dimming sun immerses into a hesitant horizon, sweeping breezes spin 
warm spells embracing an enchanter’s realm, 
with its charm he gazed into languid eyes 
Silhouettes stark, foreheads bow, touch, sweetened sweat from 
jasmine bushes alongside the road, perks of riding the stallion of steel 
evoked smiles in sideview mirror, heated rims, spokes spun
Dismount a stroll, toes sank in sand, holding hands dodging driftwood
washed ashore, I chose a serpent shaped, a souvenir!
I’d glue turquoise stone eyes, a keepsake, or an omen? 
Zena’s cove of guilty pleasures seal fates, certainly
not rhythmic lapping waves against the shore nor salmon sunset 
or a waxing crescent moon, and not the wistful ocean’s teary spray 
Its tears wetted my cheeks in afterglows 
Lest moonlit sky amongst shy hidden stars 

Pangs subside, panic betides, doctrine ridden not from our marrow 
Womb’s flower in bloom, a secret kept, an advent arrival
The planets wept, forms beyond birth of celestial bodies, 
one existence yet does sin exist in celestial angels? 
He held tightly, softly whispered let’s run away, 
his proposal on adulthood’s precarious cusp, 
bestowed him a refusal, sweet youth ruins

Alas and alack life proceeds 
steady as ebb and flow of the tides
After a precious gem she’s named, sweet lord 
never more blissful, daughter
Caressed are tranquil ocean waves
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