Poetry

Thursday 16 May 2024

Land and sea

 My hands get worse

My eyes can't see to hold you

In them

My hands, my hands

These organs

Of sense and touch

Storms and waves

Crash upon the shore

My hands are like the sea

Waving

My shoulders like the cliffs

My hips the boulders rolling

And my knees the pebbles crushing

Rounding to the toes of my feet

I am the land and the sea

I am caught in the sand

The land is in the heart of me

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