Ocean
She moves and pulses with the moon
twice each day in rhythmic waves,
seven continents on her breast.
Innumerable creatures suckle her breast
as she sighs beneath a silver moon,
kissing the shore with gentle waves.
Ebb and flow, she lifts soft waves
with the swelling motion of her breast;
she dreams beneath the waning moon.
The moon romances waves upon the ocean's breast.
Copyright, September 20, 2026
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