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Big Sur
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the sea inside of me orchid Indian summer
red under a dying sun
imagine the last day
remnants of my muse
there is no expanse the mind will not traverse
light speed physically across the universe
many are the corona one weeps a lonely curse
tears pour from my lips
pain of memories
your touch within flickering radiance
stealthy and on the edge
running rampant eternally deep and wide
cat-like tongue scrapes across tarnished lips
meager rays of the setting sun
lurk in shadow
desperately
seeking
rhythms envelope insistently
violet light diminishes
seemingly whimpers as it fades to gray
deepen to indigo
languid velvet fragments
motley patchworks of sight and sound
possess me
cold temperature
Big Sur
massive ocean
spray of sea scattering on beauty
far below
like a lover
multicolored she embodies secrets
whispered
mouth strains subtlety teasing
into my flesh
reminders
of passion's embrace
crimson lips
make me want her sharpened hiss
knife like kiss cut me
as I die a thousand times
