Eerie eyes peer through the veil of our atmospheric pressure.
Casting cylindrical shadows over our trails of holistic treasure.
Lightyears linger in darkness between us and the sun’s fiery zephyr.
Inappropriately instigating intergalactic crimes of binary pleasure.
Perpetual promises obscure any passion being performed on Motherships.
Symbiotically surviving in secret to protect the sensual path we ellipse.
Elementally evolving into consensual lovers at the Solar Eclipse.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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