ocean song

i ache in every place
your hands have been
feel the distance
like a physical reminder
of how
learning to open
to your honey and milk
without relinquishing hold of myself
had been like collecting water
in a bucket
made of salt crystals
i had protected this softness
for so long
i had forgotten the act
of duality
that the Moon
does not obliterate
the Sun
when Night Skies pay their visits

and last Night
i touched myself
in my mother’s bath tub
gasping sharply
at the memory
of your tongue
of tasting myself
on your teeth
and it Dawned on me –

this girl
does not belong
to her father’s house
anymore.

Photo Cred: @deunivory

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