I see you my king

i see you i am an ambient channel for your song sung true into the early dawn of the very first moon i wished you my king tangled falling tumbling free marrying the waves in my salty sea you are my sunshine king easily gracefully i feel you now entering your domain into my heat

The Olive Tree

Her skin is on the olive tree grazed and taken she sits young thighs pressed and marked by blood left there and still she pretends to play a pink note peeling it was only yesterday fresh off the press little peach Time has built an ark to house the template and fingers      print and ache though bones