Drunk as drunk on turpentine

And equinox, drowsy and tangled together

Over the skys hot rim,

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And the sound of a rope

Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,

And lay like 九-九-藏-書fish

The days last breath in our sails.

We drifted for months and woke

Pinned by the sun between solstice

Between my w九-九-藏-書et body and the strake

Under the net of our kisses.

Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lread.99csw.comime

With the bitter taste of land on our lips,

Of our boat that is mad九-九-藏-書e of flowers,

Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -

Your wet body wedged

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,

From your open kisses,