A spell in every seashell

From morning to evening,
the shape of your eyes
wraps around my soul.
The night breeze gathers in,
under the spring moon.
And I have a desire
to share everything.
Now alive, now burning,
enough with these
cautionary instincts.
Think of us, swallowed
by waves on vagrant waters.
And days of one kind,
filled with body and joy –
and a new longing.

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