Saturday, September 3, 2011

Bursting Colossus Chorus

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


all mine

for the taking-

I will drink your waters

and indulge

in your intoxicating fluid.

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