Falling into the Joyous Chasm
Bone. Stone and Wood rocks sand, Surf and Seaside. Sharp edges flint abrasion within my soft channels. You burst through underwater caves with furious pounding motion. Ebb and flow wash over me. Casting my limp body out to sea returning it road hard and put out wet.
The curling of toes mixed with yelps of desire. Thunderous Hurricanes combined with tsunami pelting debris. No escape but do I really want to leave?
Flecks of Gold descended from Heaven.
A Tool used well sculpts my being. Melting. Realigning internal tectonic plates.
7 thoughts on “Cave Dreamscapes”
Inspired by you My Dear Daughter.
So evocative… DeBorah I hear the sea.
Hugs on the wing.
I’m looking forward to spending several days at Coney Island beach this summer.
That sounds nice. Maybe some whimsical fun. A good place to let the inner fairy go out to play. Hugs on the wing!
Fist bump. 👊🤛🤜
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