I dance in the flames of your love
a tongue of tenderness trembles me
I yearn for your bone's resting place
for those joyful tears on your face.
I will sing a seabird in your arms-
sing a siren of the white buoying waves
pirouetted buoyant, afloat-my love.
I am drowning in this plume-my dove.
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