My hands cup sweet honey
from Big Sur sea
running through my hair
dripping from the Sunrise
spilling red velvet warmth
all over my body-
a dawn chorus
saturated by a golden hue
aroused by crashing waves
rising further up my legs
sand receding under my feet
the breeze a gentle degree
touched by ancient hands
who’ve drowned in oceans
from fish to airmen
to mammal to seamen
ancient protein shake-
whirls of wild winds
who’ve molded into shape
the canvas of Big Sur coastline
shoreline
all mine
for the taking-
I will drink your waters
and indulge
in your intoxicating fluid.
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