Desire swims the sea of grief.
Smoke rises through space.
It trembles in the daytime.
We find Eden, just a portion, when we kiss.
We will have the freedom of wisdom.
and the ecstasy of the sea.
Like a fountain, joy.
Creation.
Pen, and ink.
Silver circles the topaz on the ring.
Invisible smiles, in mirrored rooms.
On my tongue.
In the stars.
Infinite pleasure.
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