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Crown
"Crown"
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
From where I stand
my eyes are grass green
silver cut
grass green
sharp and hungry
My lips are persimmon sweet
ripe and dripping words
thick and smooth
like warm honey
My mind is open wide
like your eyes
Blue Sky
sharp
sonar seductive
dark and strong
as black tea
echolocation
bouncing against
your body
wings beating
wet waves
against your hot skin
Wings spread wide
I am Awake
all yours
upside down
Fever rides you
I break you in
wearing your crown
your skin glistening
From where I lay
my eyes are
silver cut
glass green
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the
sweet sound That breathes upon
a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour..."
Act 1 Scene 1
Twelfth Night
"Enough, no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical."
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