With the ebb and flow of the sea,
Tangerine closes about me.
Touching my breasts, my inner spaces,
Caresses this silent lucidity.
In the distance, whispers carry
seductive invitations to misplaced dreams.
My nightmares writhe
In the butterfly death dance and
… release me.
The ebb and flow of the sea…
A hypnotic panacea.
I have .:A:. to thank for this. This was so much fun - even though I did take too long doing it! :-)
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