Sunday, 10 June 2018




The sky sunders in small parts and near,
Nothing ahead there is but the ocean,
It's sending blow of fragrance of ecstasy,
And tides are doing a kinda crazy game,
West is glorified with the even ecru,
Sun's gonna leave the souls alone.

Between palms, both love hearts rock,
Head feels soft ebb and swell of her;
Her arms are wrapping webbing the head,
Most active is the sense of touch,
Close and close, as soul to heart,
No movement and in endless sleep.

Jack Elixir

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