Little Strange Sky,
how many dying stars would you still
let me see on you ?
Each shore has the right
to remain inaccessible, but
the ocean perpetually craves
to enter inside her.
This is an unbearable love!
His persistent wet lap opens
avidly the shore's legs,
through bays and coves.
Nobody ever leaves the other.
The ocean only subsides,
struggling foamed orgasms,
crashing rocks and flowing sands
between their bodies for pleasure!
They caress each other tenderly , they cringe,
constantly giving countless silent kisses !
Jealous ,Childish Sky,
for centuries sitting opposite,
you see them , as you stand completely
saturated by your shiny children'
separations and deaths
You are always proud,
bright , sole and deadpan,
except when you relentlessly
throw your impulses as storms upon the land.
Until time to appease your passion, as you
fertilize secretly and violently
the fluffy Earth every spring ...
You are profane, Childish Sky!
So always unsatisfied.
So always her temporary conqueror.
So never her sole lover ...
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