Men’s heaven? A mirror floor office.
you slip through my fingers into the sand
and make a trail in speckle and spick
the prints of your limbs a lost dna strand
sprigs pop in your wake, magic and mayhem
ocean waves give your feet a slavish lick
comets swirl to give form your diadem
in this moment i am the creator
sower of dreams, bringer of time’s tick
standing at the edge of heaven’s crater
Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)
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