Confined to that  intricate labyrinth,

your translucent limbs wore me down.

I dreamed of honey and coconut milk,

of transparent lids  and fingertips

sucked into fragile rose-bud lips.

Captive in barriers,

imprisoned in shifting walls,

falling through  nautical twilight

hope cast its shadow on us.

Happy Mother’s Day

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