Prelude

When time & space is assaulted by the misty petrichor
Your name is the first aquamarine splash of desire
That fires a voyage inly
Where a soul seeks her plank
To love the anchor with an amethyst madness
I, A prisoner of your dark oasis eyes
Hankers to grope the crimson shells of your tender embrace
Wishing for the dunes of forever to claim us.

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