Sink In

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Sink, the depth unintelligible,

in – your changing, moving, glowing

face implores.

Beads, diamonds, loll to grasp your hair;

to melt into your expression, your emotion.

Radiance, your illuminated condition, is to me like

breath is to air;

sea is to water-waves;

To shun it is monstrous,

delicious – catalytic.

Sink in – your eyes implore –

Sink in

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