surrounds the breathe of an angels wing
which gives her speed for right of flight
along the blazing tones of light
that murmur orange subtleties
of the known
like a carpet that rolls out to my feet
brushing up against the sands
of yet another night
sun show of melting into the sea
conspiring a poetic hope
in the swaying of a lemon tree
the darkness better projects the silloughettes
of giddy souls
that run like lost hopes
along the moving sea
discovery is what they are
direction not needed to be
mystery lures, like the
ocean foam envelops the ankles
as you choke down
the toxicity of a salty
floral breeze.
You are a part of whatever is now
and what ever will ever be.
where hallucination conquers the drug
on the battle field of the instincts duel
at intervals you appear in induced states
absorbed into a moment not yet lived
of an attention not yet given
its just great to be all livin'
between the spacey airs
of an apple vodka kiss
that is yours tonight
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