SNIPPET SOUNDS

iv

I, 

hunt of the orange glow, 
warm of the lamplight 
the soft drop of your thigh, 
I feel, to search, to dive between every night 
when I take you, 

oh, my divine! 

My nude, bathed in the cools of bottomless lagoon, 
exceptionally you, turn 
from darkly set scene
to candled lit room, 

with warmly bed 

settle, 
dip into white 
and begin to rest
foreverlong, 

in my head. 

art by Alcira Hava

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