Day 1: NaPoWriMo Secret shame, or a secret pleasure

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In the abyss of your kiss is bliss,

I am made anew baptized in your eyes,

As you commune, flushed flesh, forbidden wine,

Waves crashing and receding,

Words copious with inferred meanings,

Ocean womb of cocoon,
Envelopes you,

You a desert lullaby,

Lulled to sleep by buds of springtime

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