fingertips trace on each breath drawn
as scented lips travel restricted roads
and unspoken words reveal who we truly are
bouquets of time travel fragrently round
Little desire for cultivation-
each prize won must be on location
and so we have arrived to this unjust notion
and risk has taken on a new dimension
defeated spirits seek alternative routes
Cautiously finding "safe" resorts
No significant other
but tongues to lick the wounds.
Filling sails with absolute promise
a new day has arrived
the wolf has substituted his fangs for a cape
and we witness how the tables turn
close your eyes
and feel
the gyrating changing of the tide
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