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