Sr. Salmeresorting to which you had
never conjured up in ill thought and reckless abandonment
when the skies would drip like honey in our mouths
I smelt the the sea salt on your breath
felt the wings beneath the tiger's shoulder blade
hard metal body becoming safety from
monsters in sparkling suits
the leaves shuffling at our command
moonlight dancer nebula fornicator
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