Pulses and tides at moonlight; oceans of silk lap at a bay of bone-white sands;

A cascade of stars rain down on the halo of water, soft and silent, I love to 

be alone; to breathe, exist in solitude, seduced by my own enigma of 

Narcissism and glass affection. 


Bodies shining in the dying light; a muse, a demon I created

Just to tear apart in the amber glow of the evening; the 

Smothering coma of nightfall, in a knot of sweat-stained lace. 


The demons tore down paradise, so I formed my own from 

A haze of dreams, an orbit of half-formed fantasies that I buried 

Like treasures in bone-white sands. 

The End

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