you are a naiad, a creature that
thrives only in my imagination,
the bearer of light and darkness,
the shadow of twilight and alabaster
a shape cast by the mid-day sun,
the fierce heat that leave petals
disheveled, the thought that
mangles the still innocence of water
call upon me, my goddess, so i may
praise and exalt your form, so i
may hymn the language of your
soul, and drown in the silence
of your eyes, resurrect the
stares that deceive shared synapses.
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