The tilted crescent of a milk blue moon lolls in a salmon sky
Perched amongst the night shade clouds on weighted axis lies
The air is thick with moisture tropical mist masks edges fine
Detail hazed of sharpness blurred fade into shaded lines
Salt licked sand coursed on blue beach scratched against my limbs
Hard to tell where sea meets sky as through fogged air I swim
I stroke across the purple night sky silver clouds in my moonlit wake
Inhale warm golden yellow stars and exhaled thirsts glittering slaked
I plough through celestial ink stained sea as I tack toward the moon
The night skies current is strong and dark in swirling mists I swoon
Awaken awash on a moonlit shore embraced by the salty sea
I sit up and cough out falling stars and to the sky they flee
Half here half there I rest my head on lace works bubbling foam
And let myself drift off to sleep to dream me back to home
Breathing deep I slip to sleep comforted in her embrace
Celestial sea I lie with thee and sink without a trace
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