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Lake, your icy fingers crash on my spirit pulling me in deeper than I know how to go I kiss your soft belly as I am forever washed away in you I leave my impression in your soft sand and you hold it there playfully tickling the edges then erasing all in one fell swoop one mad rush in I give you flat stone offerings they skip across your skin joyful as a child returning home and you take them in gizzard stones in your belly Lake, you hold my dreams in your long curls rolling the shared visions within you you are broader than I can see and deeper than I want to go, still, you pull me to your depths, holding me there until I'm cold in you you explode before me exposing your jagged edges thrusting your icy fingers through me turning me around in you spewing me on your shores then laying me down beneath your soft waters smoothing my soul Lake, beat me with your waters whip me with your tides subtle and slow chasing the moon's pull wanting to be an ocean reflecting every image before you hot pink soft fire early morning sunrise or shimmering diamonds on black velvet abyss of 2am darkness I come into you and you accept me without question lifting me on your waves of joy we ride each other through the storms Lake, you do not tell of your secret shipwrecks so many crying on your shores have caused you to rise you hold my tears in your body you are full from so much weeping you do not easily give up your dead I am here for you now, Lake, take me to your belly grind me with your stones never let me go For Lisa Hemminger I wanted to hear you, but you would not speak. |