Although every sight and every sound
is beneath the uprise of my chest - night closes in
something worth - a whisper – I hear - reckless seeking pleasure
floats into my eardrums endless quiet thunder turbulent
it’s just the air, the gift of her - I tell myself
The sea rises in the truth of blue night blush
bringing minnows – can it be something she set free
but only eyes like dice are there to see me
all the fertile sea tails – swerve in the nay of waves
elegant in the waves – the sea rises, swarm of motions
Bringing air (night) to breathe (night), beneath starry streams
everywhere, not like the haze of Sunday morning - precocious
lasting hours, for awhile – a candle lit, a fling in the wind
the air of foaming flames play as syllables fill my heart - plain sky
God just quivers somewhere (with movements)
She is like a star - that shows it, exalting speed and I am like the sky - glowing in the dark - a strong glory
intelligent, like breeze shaping silence in a box without war
smiling faces of drowse ready to unlock and bump
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