Fathoms

I don’t want your lust written

Laid bare on lines by mere ink

In the way dreamers only imagine

I want to be the lover, printer

The living whisper, the poet

Who himself discovers its truth

By drowning in depth of lust…with you

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

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