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Last night I saw my lover in the inklight. Silver was his shine. Tidal was my roar. Amidst the pin pricked void, his crooked grin was a cutlass slice. All tranquil seas and craters, and robed in midnight’s halo, with a dark side that sets my waves to the sways. Shores giddy with excitement, foaming at the sands, I bounced his face across my rippling mirrors; east to west, and embraced his stillness in lagoons of blue. I sang a song of seashores; echoed in the seashells, as he hummed a lunar lullaby whilst dancing out of phase. He sparkled in my dewdrops; sleepy yawning at the dawn, then tucked himself behind a mountain away from daylight’s burning eye.