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And the waves come.

The wave comes.

The wave pulls up its skirt

Puckers its lips

Drawing them in 

Leveling their dare

Insatiable. 

And the waves come.

The wave comes.

The wave smacks black hearts 

Panting for a gentler tap

Cracks and splits crass

Pressing out the lifeblood,

Until harbors scream.

And the waves come.

The wave comes.

The wave roars, 

Yanks their mettle 

Winking at the blue moon

And  tallies their cheek

On dreadful shores.

Cornelia DeDona 12/7/25