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Love,Lust & Death

The blue of the sea,
Will always be precious to me.
As is the pale of the sky,
For in the respite.
I breathe deep and sigh.
Before the nightly tracer splits the sky.

I remember the times that we had,
Wanton.
Drunken, and lustful.
With no tomorrows.
Could you visit me in my dreams?
Should I fall asleep for awhile?

Could I perish in the night?
Would that memory keep?
Should I die?
Too many questions do I ask
Will the angels bring us together?
Or will I forever remain

in this land near the pole.

Giajl © Jim Love