you set sail
you jet wail
out of the bowl
and into the male
blue eyes and red scales
caught in my net
can't swim but still wet
you feel for the sky
and i'm all that you get
curled like a c
crescent of sweat
you flip onto me
sweet silhouette.
cupping my breath
caught in the glow
your tale is a map
not even you know
charting my moons
dropping your scales
you shower the dunes
salt crystals to swallow
swept by your gales
your name is apollo.
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