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The Heart Is A Submarine Behind The Ribs

Here.
But not now.

Continental shelf tilts
Edges of book she will wear
On platform closest to the sun.
It was she who stopped me
Sitting on cold library steps.

Sea spray seduces skin
As iced diamond-dust
A Pollock-shower numbered
Love to desire to lust.

Lighthouse sniper shotguns ships
Blood ribbon kites flailing in turbulence
Together, we turn towards ballad bullets:
It is all of the light
Sultry incandescent,
Born from candle seeds
That grew here and gave being.

Night will become elderberry darkening;
Veins collecting thunders / riptides
At two midnights we share the same fruit
Juices from peaches, just like honey.

Suck.
But not now.

Suddenly.....
Trouble_Loves_Me
Written by Trouble_Loves_Me
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Author's Note
Umanoid. Walking in traces of 4 footprints of 2 into 1. Watching winter altar fold the ocean bride into pillow'ed & sensual sleep.....
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