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To be seen is not to be loved. But to be loved is to be seen and understood completely.
Whalefall
it's a sort of grace, this death,
to build a whole world in the slender
curve of one's rib, and new life
from the tender marrow of grief. When
those you nourish hear your
people singing in the sunlit blue-green
vastness overhead, do they
remember then? Are they grateful? Or do
they close their eyes and go on
blindly eating; content and oblivious to
the unending bounty of your love?
~~~~~
for @montereybayaquarium 's deep sea december prompt 'feast'
Let my body talk,
While my soul burns,
Drunk on feeling,
Dancing desire,
Breathes like firestorm,
Stars exploding,
As moans wet the night,
Raining pleasure,
On a bonfire
That never ceases.
e.v.e.

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blueprint
the sea is endless beyond our dreaming.
on my forehead, on my palms, lines of destiny pulsate fluid as waves. signals call and trace your undulation.
you slip, iridescent nebulous, through seascape. a soft grey-green shadow.
a tiny blip on the map I keep hidden in my heart.
i know how to find you.
© SoulReserve 2026
There's a sky over the sky, where the sun still shines through, find me there; amidst the trials and tribulations, when things still fall in place, find me there.
-DG
And what if our love stories were not about our lovers But instead about how we found a way back to ourselves?