the bluemarine


A Sunrise

By the hill top, lying on a dark stretch,
i saw her, the blue canavas showed me her,
she's that rancorous mistress,
choking, and choking you with hands so delicate,
her time's dying
her body still in submission, a relic of this sanctuary
you let her,
a night's detour taken over by a love for her act
you lay there, bare,

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