My Solaris
Whether hither, rather thither?In morning's quake
we'd gently wake,
flowing alone our universal river,
we'd slither then quiver,
as melting of winter
embracing my paramore.
What fantasy rather fathomed?
The breaching of this chasm
as Angels usher light
across her body, bright,
slowly merging shadows melt,
tis potent passion felt.
I am lost in her
and in blurrs
Promethian light,
so shall you be
a goddess in my sight...
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