Ignorant was I,
of your ways.
Unaware of your forms,
unconscious of your poise,
I looked in the clouds,
to see much later, a fine face.
On days you are absolute,
From you, I’ll drink wild.
You play within me, us
and the ocean.
From now,
Your tides, I’ll gladly ride.
Like leaves from a darling book,
you turn every night.
Invariably now my hungry eyes,
hunt for your regal curves in the sky.
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