For To Worship

My dear I

was left for

an ill death

once more.

Astray tides,

euphoric lip

of an ocean

me it grips.

Your wild


fire breathe,

it runs free.


soft to tender

adorned enter

awe, splendor.

I’ve a hole it

I fill all night

to suppress,

an idol I find.

Worship it,

the grandeur

strikes so true

as a hammer.

I am at an end

my dear friend;

let’s live where

dreams begin.

I’ve known a

dark eclipse.

Sun’s revealed

at touch of lip.

I questioned

all my idolatry.

In your arms

now I believe.

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