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[under_thegarden]

floating

again with edges blurring
to the sky,

no thoughts of percentages
or giving it all,

there, the one thing,
and there, the opposite,

and you're doing it,
without a thought or wash.

floating

from the moment you were come
into a world you could never see

for the wise waves
and the ripples born

of small bubbles
beneath you

there, the one thing,
and there, the opposite

between the thighs of weather
like teeth between parted waves

of sun
drenched

lips,
lips,

floating

as if pushed
as if pulled

as if loved
as if loving:

nothing to eat here
but rays

of
sun

drenched

in
sea,

no drink to be
but drunk

of
ocean

tickled

by a
star

there, the one thing,
and there, the opposite

floating between
the gilded tune of conquest wet upon my tongue
and the slowly chisled isle rising like steam
furthur than the sun.