in the dusk of the lily scented evening
you on your toes
with surrender on your face
i watch my actions from a distance
they are now yours more than mine...
we're drunk,
with satisfaction
we're dust,
twisting together
in a whirlwinding gust of chance and
whatever
i am a tremendous ship,
cool steel colliding
in a boundless ocean of brackish lust
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