🧜♀️
Your soft ivory, the hubris of white honey over bronze butter, some heavenly scene forever long.
The sap and sing of your song, the horn of ancient angels forlorn, floating, my siren mind fully gone.
The sound of pressing ocean deep, wet, my soul, you can keep, the blue fire under your new bare feet.
My life, the sea garden's seed, forever yours, for even the bear in the tree feels the searing seep.
🧜♂️
Your soft ivory, the hubris of white honey over bronze butter, some heavenly scene forever long.
The sap and sing of your song, the horn of ancient angels forlorn, floating, my siren mind fully gone.
The sound of pressing ocean deep, wet, my soul, you can keep, the blue fire under your new bare feet.
My life, the sea garden's seed, forever yours, for even the bear in the tree feels the searing seep.
🧜♂️