You fill up my cup–
lips an aqueduct.
You fulfill my wishes–
a school of faithful fishes.
The watermark of promise
on your face;
I cling to the driftwood of your brows,
so I don’t sink below the rueful waves.
The underwater cove of your lips,
shelter from the abyss.
You fill up my senses with each
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