She lays her body down along the sand, interrupting the horizon

With her soft waves that break me to pieces, I want to ride them

To shore

From depths where I drown my body looking for relief

From desire

From want of stillness in the chaos of screams

From greed

From ambition where I drown meaning of my words

From lusts who aimlessly dance about in the surf

Like Aphrodites threatening me with their births

This one, though, stood naked and formed, heralded by angels

Hovering about the clamshell she rode, herself a mainline

To shore

She invites me to collect my pieces, casting out her fishing net

Like a prophet.

One by one, I stab them with calculated thrusts of my spear

Putting each piece back together in webbing spun from the silk

Of her hair: my mind, my heart, my spirit, my body, my soul.

At first they flop about like temperamental children wanting attention

Until twilight when I lie naked before her asking to be healed.

S Francis is the writer behind SailorPoet

A big thank you to everyone who participated in the first Brave and Reckless writing prompt challenge.  It was an honor and privilege to read such great writing and experience the innovative ways the writers interpreted the prompt.

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