Blue Against Blue Poem by George the Great VIII

I wish to be the sky
To wet myself in the horizon
With the blue of its sea.
In the this blue union
Our bodies are fused
In gargles of love and immortality.

I wish to be the sky
To embrace you delicately
With those sluggish crimson dusks
Of immense whishing.

I wish to be the sky
To appreciate you from the heights
So to enlighten our bedroom
With resplendent stars
And the silver moon ray
Toward the liquid white foam
Of our gods.

In this to be dusky softness
We melt and I get wet
In its immense sea
Like the sky gets wet
In the enormity blue of the sea
And my wishes!