saltwater struck
her icy eyes, her strong
wind tested chin, the way
her hair falls, storm tossed,
like seaweed laid to rest
across the deck of her
cheek, just
recently torn from deep,
such ferocious placidity,
inviting the bird
to rest against her
motherly curves, the bird
accepting, almost attempting
to suckle above
that sliver of moon
peeks beneath
the wave she wears
over a heart
marked by ink.
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