Border blue
Quiet surface I peer right through
Fathoms deep, fathomless depths
Bathing weights for sounding
What you feel you swaddle like a foundling
What I feel you smother like a changeling
The kittens of my wants drowned in the blue burlap you made from Mary’s cloak.
I see storms in you, shooing away storks.
I see forms in you with my face on them, men with bird bodies Thoth’s inverse progeny
Sure as Marsham has a bouncy bush we launched ourselves into as boys
What others mistake for taciturnity, saturnian influence, I evince as coy
You deploy yourself tactically, dramatic and different, watched like an active factory
You thrive on ecstasy, next to me you can magnetically connect and make success of
You’re obsessed with me
Obsequious in extremis both, venus in virgo furtive as a turncoat in company
I have planted seeds yet you thresh my fields and potential yields with greek fire
Lurid and fluid the fire of that secret chemistry, burning forever like the medium rare soul of Syracusian Agothocles lured to sleep by plucked lyres
Mary maternity’s ward, her firstborn Son eternity’s sword.
Alchemisland 
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