#20 Nesting


to bed by the sea with you,
a curtain of palm fronds
shielding us from prying birds’ eyes,
ocean’s rhythmic whisper at our feet.

nestled among the blooming flower-heads,
here we will sleep, our weary bodies and our heavy souls
sinking into clean white linens,
as the rising sun dances its light upon the waves.

you, whisper in my ear, sleeping
beyond all the possible words and phrases
to come into the silence
that is the center of our being.

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