Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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Wearing walk

The soft glow of the sun reflects on the sea of my heart, where a cloth of dream weaves itself into art. The sea speaks, invites me in, reflects upon my loneliness to move me into moving in, to walk into the wrap of her dress. Her waves wear my unwary body, as I step on her eroding loci, places of pleasure for her and me, where her breath blows my skin in the sky.