Claiming Miranda

Miranda emerges from the ocean,

curves like seashells,

warm and vibrant.

Eyes full of sun-diamonds

like the ones that cap the waves

that cling to her, wanting her for their own.

No, goddess, that way lies madness…

She twists the seawater from

her hair, and shakes it

as she runs it through her fingers,

and makes me want to be a strand.

She walks the warm sand,

a native nomad,

her smile as she lifts

her face to the sun puts it to shame.

And I feel like the first explorer

to claim these shores

who found its only treasure,

watching as she trails my dreams like

small plane banners

behind her

as she leaves.

 

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