All is sand. The way it touches, mirrors and adheres to skin. Crystals clean as winnowed grain. Hot on the surface, cool in the under-dark. Poems distant on the horizon, belly-dancing in liquid heat. This is the longing of no longing. Hearing the far-off soul’s music, with no desire in my hips.
This is the longing of no longing.
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beautiful ruth))) (and married so well with this photograph)
xo
erin
what a glorious marriage of ruth's poetry and maria's image.......so stunning. i have just left the beach myself and there is definitely longing..
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. And thank you for the image, which stuns with its beautiful symmetry.
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