photo of the sea reflected dark purple under dark purple sky of pre-dawn with a rose-colored glow across the horizon and some unusual cloud formations with a tiny speck of light at the center of the horizon

you caught me on your pleasureline yesterday
a warning on the sounding sea-bruise of night
at the global brink of your vaporous flight
into the tiniest vessel of my flecked resistance

and what would my hydrogen-burning father think
when my limbs shudder to lie next to yours
when i slide my fingers across the plum-skin sky
my rose-thread-hooked by your star ungoverning me

who steals the scene from the full face of the moon
who steals my dream to die until another spring
i am awoke at noon by iambs falling like the rain
like pain or like war until the poem is written about it

until the martyr says i was just a child in love
and now you will repeat my morning for me

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