lighthouse light

graced in chromatic love of yours,
my lips know what they want

they ask nothing, — just take,
engaging your lips playfully to be
like a bumblebee on a peony bud…

guided gently by a lighthouse light
through a foamy curtain of stars,
blue paradise savors… our prelude

uninhibited

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