I am but pale foam
reflecting on the surface
dark ocean of night
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looking up to see
life's slow celestial dance
constellations form
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and I fall deeper
cool water slides over warm skin
stars rise from my wake

I cannot hold back
sparks dance up and down my spine
words evaporate

behind my eyelids
night settles in cool dark waves
stars shine in the depths

slide over my tongue
a gaze that tastes like honey
spilling on my skin

on being myself...
I am not responsible
for your point of view

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there is much thought and searching behind this one
an ongoing realization...an ongoing acceptance
hard to write for the very reason it was written