below we could go
below the surface
tender and raw
rocks and roots
they beckon us
where cover awaits
and surrender is expected
down we could go
worms and mud alike
the world continues on
the drudgery and beauty--
hand and hand like we two
beneath the sand
a weighted blanket
hidden deep and dark
below we could go
away and away
emerging is a mystery
silence and weight
silence and wait
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This is stunning imagery, Ashley. Very evocative of the unseen depths of relationships.
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