Take Me
by Cynthia Proctor
Take me gently
to the water's edge
white heat affixed
to our soles.
Lay me down
where waves lick our feet
in and out
as the salty tide water rises.
Lift me up
toward the stars
that pulse overhead
and twirl on our inner eyelids.
Hold me tight
as our sighs penetrate night
to nova
in dawn's repose.
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