amethyst dusk again

Hyacinth garden

wet lure


from lip

an obsolete dye

in kaleidoscope musing

up swells in

amethyst dusk


ebb away into imaginings

only seahorses can dream

swollen wood bobs up and down

all around

shudder through fingers in seaweed silhouette

succumb to fawning pirouettes

loves fluid current heaves and rise

then wane

propel against the tide




powerful might

wet dreams chose for of their expertise

some ship in full sail

as mariners regale

a deep sea treatise

traverse this verse

swim behind with no head or tail

often caught in twisted lines

languid allure all will resigns

just to take in the tremendous effect

dark seas do not reflect

tilt forward provocatively

within the rhythms of the sea

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