Sacred Place

Of pleasures worship

Alesia Kozik

You are the chalice I drink from

Between ivory pillars of smooth

Honey wine your flowers flavor

Your essence, the power to soothe

To quake the ground beneath me

To fill the air with song

Quench the hours of day

Feed the night hours long

Yours are the ocean eyes

I sail storm and calm

By light of moon and Starlights roam

The waves of the sea’s throne

You are the sirens call, I seek in darkest night

Ravens tease of please, and heavens glimmer light

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Patient of life, attempting to heal oneself by Quill. Transitioning from a profession of technology.