a stroll with god
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i sense your hand on my hip,
lingering
i sense delight in you as we sway
teasingly,
along the open invitation of sea
where your hum so softy sooths
silver luna fish they must break the surface
to catch your subtle melody
your footfall is silent
on the dark wet sand
i feel the lusty breeze of your presence
encircling me
softer than a gull’s shudder in early morning
our excitement is
as high as clouds
kissing the horizon
you are the scent of the fresh waves i inhale
as we become hawk pilots, you and I,
falling back on wild currents
in swooping shouts of mirth across
the drunken bahía
i argue with the drops of rain, but the deep lilt of you
beguiles my yearning into pleasure
with the passion of the mysterious sunset
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Sharon Lopez Mooney, “strolling with god” in The Alembic, Providence College, ed. Emma Snelgrove & Morgan Stoffel, Providence, RI 2023
