Oceans in a stone

beauty, moon, nature, poetry, relationshipsLeave a comment

Oceans in a stone
the sea in your hand
world smooth inside your fingers
and salt air on your lips.

The sea in your hand —
tumultuous caress.
Tongue lick your salty lips
like the pull of the moon.

Restless caress
celestial clockwork ripples.
Heart pulled by the moon —
tumbled, a stone in the ocean.

— Christmas, 2018
Daytona, Florida

solstice moon winter 2018 © holly troy 12.2018

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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