Safe, this place.
There’s nothing to say.
The rise and fall of high white
Water peaks through darkness, free.
The lighthouse deep in full night’s pulsing beat.
You’re close to me.
Call me to your clean body.
I blink, I’m too thick to think.
Soundlessly, I’m balancing.
The thoughts that hide my blind spots
Wash into the endless view.
I need to feel my way to see what’s inside you.
Bloom and show me something new.
I watch as you open darker eyes.
You stand and the night flows through my spine.
We run back to land and back into the light,
Back to the room where we had first arrived.
Then every sound gets louder when I shed outer space’s crowded head self.
Your body’s flowing, golden, glowing, growing close to another one.
You’re uncovering me and humming freely, welcoming me into your shell.
There is nothing left but our drumming breath and high temple senses, private love.
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