perpetual spirals
in the pleasure kindles
of keep your relationship
sparklin so ever red-hot,
as if hangin
with a lady,
meant so much, that the moon
dropped out of the sky
n became the moon palace
along a white beach,
n holdin hands
sinkin our feet
in the sands
while standin still,
as water rushes up n down
our feet for a little while,
as if to mimic
the two of us
sinkin into each other
as the evenin fell
into authentic moon shapin ripples
across the water
n gettin the two of us ready
for quiltin sparklin passion.

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