White

white

The white clouds sailed by,
Fast ghosts racing
On the dark blue ocean,
While we lay still below,

The willows bent low,
Uninterested in our coupling,
Whispering instead of fireflies,
I sang a verse of After Midnight.

You reached down and had me,
White teeth glowing in smile,
As the clouds that flew,
As the moon that smiled too,

Gleaming, the night air
Intoxicant. What do you want?
But you were already inside
Me, or I in you.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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