There
shall be no sea
Without
consent of the estuary of our love
No
day without rays of your bright eyes
Man
lives nowhere, but here I stand
Arike
Let
me be the guard of your hymen
Let
me be the keeper of your beauty sea-bird
Flying
across the heart to lay bed
For
our midnight game
Let’s
sing to the flute
Echo
those lyrics to the world
Forever
we sing this
Let
me be the crown of your head
My
humility will serve your curly hair,
Walk
in the night with light of your teeth
Let’s
awake sleepy night
Errand,
the pillow, blow the whistle
For
our day-night chuckles
There
must be curfew for the day
For
festival of the night
And
blind the sun with our pajamas
To
surf more pages on bed
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