around your blue core
as I churn
your ancient sea
I turn
fishlike
in your waters
a trail of froth
following me
your waters transformed
a sea of water
seeded by a sea of milk
turning golden
a sea of honey
sweet
desired
boundless
ancient
certain
but always yearning
born of it
liberated by it
in fits of pure creative force
we become the essence of the act
that has played out
in the theaters of our lives
down through time.
Turning around your core
I turn golden
my mask is cast away
giving up all illusion
claiming my enduring passion
as my true self embraces you
proclaiming
its been much too long my beloved....
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