rising idles

locked up
when the top turned
slow
blocked from being bitten

longed for longing
seen as smitten

rolled the tomb rock of aegis
light for the seed
to wage this
need

rising waves against
spun in opposition
my will against my passion
smash ’em

wilderness not historical
free for all to swim

sudden gift tenderness
found and sought therein
to and through elemental
inpourings of skin

up against the sun’s freeze
winter’s burning glare
diamonds buried there

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