It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell,
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-***** vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody,—
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!

Quiet walks
Along the shore rocks
Waiting for a call
Just behind the seaweed wall

Turquoise shimmer
Dark shadows flicker
Candlelit meeting
For the one thing I've been needing

My legs become one
As I drift into the waters
Following one of Triton's daughters
Plummeting into the sea

But our time becomes limited
And back to the shore I drifted
Watching her slip away
Telling me come every other day

Looking out into the horizon's wefts
Begging God, "five minutes, please"
Love sunken with the memories
As she floats back into the oceans depths

The sun warms my face,
Almost as hot as I imagine your touches to be.

You and the sun seem
To be in a direct competition.

I worship you both,
And you're both so
Impossibly Bright.

Sophia the Sun.

It sounds perfect.

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O ****** little skirt,
A red so loud it burns my skin.
Such fine floral patterns,
And thorns that split human skin.

Wanders on a hill of red and green,
Falls into the hands of men with no mercy.
Stretched and pulled and stretched and pulled,
Like liquor rushing into hot capsules.

O ****** little skirt,
Trembles in the dark closet.
Pleasure and pain,  pleasure and pain,
Share the same red unmade bed.

O ****** little skirt,
Keep bleeding, keep bleeding.
O poor ****** little skirt,
What have you now?