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It’s the early morning that does it for me I don’t mean to seek it But I am sought in these quiet empty-full hours - All or nothing out-with-the-bath-water seclusion. (Delusions of liqueur cocksure Every flavor of azure) Oh god what I would give to extend the great expanse of 4am, ribbon slick and taut as a ****** And me, warm and creative. It’s the early morning that does it for me I’m staying up with a song. -Call- Respond Eyes and lips and abandoned ships Mirages of **** below long, fluted throats Gliding between notes and me too Ready to drown you. (It’s the early morning that does it for me) As you give yourself over to the caresses of the mistress and dream of flying over perfect fields of wheat and then land and then wake ≈furrowed≈ disappointed to find a cold pillow where a head should be asleep I release my held breath and meet you Half way I was singing I say And collapse in a heap Wet hair Bare feet It’s dawning and day Closing my eyes Sunset at sunrise Holding onto a secret key I dream of the sea
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Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
Siren song on a lonely morning
It’s the early morning that does it for me I don’t mean to seek it But I am sought in these quiet empty-full hours - All or nothing out-with-the-bath-water seclusion. (Delusions of liqueur cocksure Every flavor of azure) Oh god what I would give to extend the great expanse of 4am, ribbon slick and taut as a ****** And me, warm and creative. It’s the early morning that does it for me I’m staying up with a song. -Call- Respond Eyes and lips and abandoned ships Mirages of **** below long, fluted throats Gliding between notes and me too Ready to drown you. (It’s the early morning that does it for me) As you give yourself over to the caresses of the mistress and dream of flying over perfect fields of wheat and then land and then wake ≈furrowed≈ disappointed to find a cold pillow where a head should be asleep I release my held breath and meet you Half way I was singing I say And collapse in a heap Wet hair Bare feet It’s dawning and day Closing my eyes Sunset at sunrise Holding onto a secret key I dream of the sea
A nice dream
#siren#song#fantasy#night#early#ocean#sailors#sinners
elizabeth-kelly
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elizabeth-kelly
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
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