The Rock Grows More Beautiful
Cast my net to the sea
Am I the fish or the heron
The pebble bouncing or the wave
flight is easy for the bird
I crave your fingertips tracing
upon my nakedness
As the heron desires his catch
And the wave is pulled to shore
The sun an aphrodisiac
Teasing broken rituals played
The rock grows more beautiful
My net empties lost burdens
6-16-2020
Strand 800 contest 2nd place
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2020
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