Day 142: Erode
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O cradle
O cure
O hold that endures
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O keeper of my wishes
and maker of my dreams
O filler of the waters
and current of the streams
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O embrace in curve and sphere
I can feel you drawing near
my back against your breast
O limitless, loving rest
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lean into me
lean down
press onto me
come ‘round
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I have called you all these many years
I erode your edge with salted tears
and sculpt anew with kisses
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