Rhythm's of newfound oceans recompose
the intensity of need driving me
to your shores, Lady, of loquacious speech.
Gifts I share in this adventure of soul
and what bold words I discover to move
your heart are but flowing points as I dream
the elixir of your senses. What sound
suffers more than the platitudes of want,
more naked than scenes that thread the curtain
of life, more intense than the willfulness
of flesh. I raise your flask and take a sip.
My Queen,
With novelty of action I mix these thoughts
and deem this draught far sweeter
than all others that have ever passed
through my parched lips.
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