occupied by the frantic, listless movement
of starry, delicate, changeless moments
from whence this obsession emerges ~
a fragile stone lies still in your shore
awaiting the drunken, infatuated embrace
of your flesh, woman that defy ends
and endlessness, a savior, a discoverer
of things hidden, a traveler who
has journeyed through my sorrows and
into my hallowed hysteria
my faith suspended mid-air, with my
muscles twisting for a departure, a liberation
seeking the sacred ground of perfumed tears,
hours revolving upon the axis of your illusions.
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