The ocean sighed
with deep reverence
and liquid,
razor teeth
biting through
the bones and blood,
the spirits opening
one eye each,
in rapid succession,
teasing out
our earthen pleasures
to the sultry
sounds of
moon drinking,
dancing naked,
incense wrapping
round ya,
listening ghosts,
quiet subtle muses
rocked back and forth
to the music
in my head,
radiating lust
and a strange serenity,
some sort of magic
must be working through
these winds that caressed
old and lonely
trees,
in their
righteous heretic
weepings,
eyes locking,
senses raptured up
to high priestesses
in the mists,
and the road laughed
to greet us
as we were,
just that,
nothing more.
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