Poetry
A Morning with You Marisa Natoli In the morning I rose, The sun blooming in my chest. He lay gripping the length of my ribcage. In my dreams, whales sang Beneath the sea of my hair. His hand rested, Tangled in my tempest curls. He peeled me from the bed, And waddled us into darkness. Just as my feet touched the cool morning sand, The clothes fell away, amid morning light. Over my shoulder, he stood. Devouring the sight Of my shivering body. The pink water swirled around me, And he smiled like the crescent moon ashore. I wanted a whale to eat me, So it wouldn’t be up to me to leave. But instead, I left the water dripping, To find his arms, One last time.
ARBOL Nancy Coronel photography
“This photo was taken in Forks, Washington. The beach was gloomy and cloudy. Ruby Beach is known for reddish sand, large logs of wood, and the rock island.” 28
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