Scenes from a Maritime Passing

Glazed under the glow of passing moons
You breathed, into me, magically
The sounds of love and longing
Caressed occasionally by instances from your homeland
Slowly making an alien your own, you
Revealed yourself as a mosaic – thoughts, skin, dreams
Finishing in the sea

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