I stitch the eclipse stirring
In the cheeky blue of your irises
That the blackness
Will not engulf me.
A shot of stars assemble
Piecemeal in your throat
In the manufactured room
Between your elegant thighs.
There are a million honors
I could bestow but compared
To your name they are lackluster.
I grip your sides,
Salubrious fluids merging
After a triumphant hike
Through your wilderness.
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