BEAUTIFUL ENEMY

Beautiful enemy, mirror of the skies,
slumbering, uneasy as a whisper of deceit.
Angered in her awakening
by the mindless wind,
passion rages
hurling and spitting insults like a whore.

Fathom deep, in stormless tranquillity,
her emerald heart
cold-clamps her minions
in blind submission to survival.

Purring waves on golden sand, soft and inviting
as a touch of lace against the skin,
caress and mould the beauty of the passive land
while devouring it,
savouring each bite
with mouth-watering relish.

© Marion Sharville

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