waiting

Nestled in the arches of my feet,

A sun and moon,

An undercurrent through my hips,

And a still tide.

Waiting for a revelation I exist,

Wondering what awakened with his kiss.

A sinuous snake that slides away,

A hand brushing my hip,

And a word in my ear.

Standing on the shore to watch what comes or goes.

The tide suspended. The world glows.

And in my hand a blue stone,

Signifying that wherever may I stand is my home.

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