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Seaside Vagabonds

That gentle, compromising sunlight

Fell over our eyes at the crack of dawn

As the sky filled with millions of specks of a new tomorrow

Which were pouring the molten core of the earth out of itself

Your eyes shifted to a curtain fall.


An unfamiliar place, though almost a home

A coffee shop that whispered to me of a lost and found

We were cast with a glow of honey – so thinly spread was its linen upon us

That through the cracks I almost saw our yesterday, slipping kindly into oblivion

Your head resting on a table, stripped by earthly sins

Emerging from the cruel night with new eyes


My caring glance, dreading having to nudge you out of sweet sleep

For it is my last desire to wake you to a less promising future, dear friend.

Once the eternally stagnant has passed, white, imposing light is to replace these moments of golden divinity

You will have no memory of the true embrace of a defrosting sun, alive, ablaze, yearning to be worshipped

And me, in awe, brought to servility


You burned into me unsalvageable desire. My flesh is scorched, arteries and veins ravaged (they hang in the space between what was and could’ve been), presenting me with my own sin – I must look it in

He is passion, etched desire, Unacquainted with a sun or moon Familiar with the pale fire That is often gone too soon A day without my love in arms Is waiting for the sun’s expansion That’s taking pro

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