A hot sun glistening white on gold sand
Reaching to the sun crowned ocean,
An ocean's-breadth East
And to the feet of moon capped mountains
A mountain's length West.
There is no water
Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering,
A rooted spark blooming bright
Amidst hawthorn blossoms
White as a bridal veil
And I wind about the tree
Like ribbons 'round a pole
Weaving life within my body
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I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking.
Telling me to make a mistake
So I can learn new things, spread my wings,
Set myself free into the privilege of trying.
And all at once I was back