I Met An Ocean Who Laughs in Many Tongues
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
I met an ocean who laughs in many tongues.
Every night she spills treasures from her blue apron
For those who seek in the morning, for those who look down
When they walk. She coaxes awe and calm
From their feet by swirling kisses around them,
And if you were to pause right there in the middle
Of one of her feet-kisses—as she moves ever so slightly
Hire up your ankles—and really try to take in
Her presence–she would undress you from you,
And then, in one slow revelation, she would bathe you in you,
And ease your breath into sweet gasping,
And send her laughter lapping into your soul,
And if you have learned anything
From such intensity of attention,
Then, as you turn
To go, you will
Allow her
One, last, lingering touch,
And in her fiery, cool fingers
You will hear her laughter in many tongues
Rising passed your solar plexus, and far beyond
Into your brain, your ears, your voice,
And you will find yourself
Looking up into her partner, the sky,
Who will be by then reaching down to lift you
As you walk, deliriously singing,
Back into the world.
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