Dark monument under the wing of night
skin color is sap green.
it's an oily skin.
To pulling deeper into its shadows.
Mirror to the black sun's light
Tyrant of the luminous darkness!
this ecstatic light
When we light a fire reaching to touch the stars
that fire is sap green
skin is oily sap green
ecstasy
Spirit and soul like a work of art
Beautiful faces, beautiful hearts
desires...desires.... desires
poem written by jrain
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