Poem

Inspiring: The sea and its old but potent God

I wrote this poem last year about neptune, who captured my imaginantion:

neptune

his lips
the narrow rose shell of them
pale sunset at the edges
vermillion moving inwards
more moist and vibrant then-
warm and wet

are parted

beyond the entrance
a grotto of orderly pearls
a quivering meat
a smell of the sea

in the cavern leading up
from his soul

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