Margarite

Don't worry if someone slips, this house of the spirit, an Ocean gale on your lips, let them engage me, take me to my limit, revive that twisted energy, tell it like it is , turn my bones to relics, those who know my kiss, escape with flags of prey, find love at every instant, make decisions under tyranny, a gap of middle distance, where thirst lies unhindered, rejoicing not yet finished, spent in minutes all your fleet, my dress that you unzip, , guided by moon’s effigy, you shall sail my ship.