The surface of sea-foamed salinity
were lines filled with ocean-water and sky
for coalescence into a tidal force
smelling not of mermaid but of seashells.
Formed from a vapor of blood and seed
that had burst from the cosmic castration--
Mother of Love and the Latin bloodline:
Venus the evening star born to the world
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Piercing the heart like a star deep in space
Flotsam and jetsam for primordial soup
out of the salinity of this solid
femininity reigns supreme unshelled
by binding power of cohesion: links
dot to dot the white of stardust to the waves.
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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Incredible imagery painted with your words! Absolutely beautiful! 👏🏽💫
Oh, I love this--so, so good ❤️