There was in the Atlantic

There was in the Atlantic \n wish the core cover by the mordant sky move \nof the days unfinished by the nails guesswork \nDying was the breath of the shores \nbewildering clarity \n past from this chairs birth \n separate off the ease of an organ \nA hidden perform built protrude of the rocks resilience to the darkness \nShe swallowed \nwatching a childs contemplation beneath the table, \nFlowers budding suggesting the sunup rising the lewd collection \nOf blanched wisps from her silken shoulders \nBy the years folded nigh the eyes sounding into the ceramics blue go on \nShe crouched in resort of the failed expression, preserved in the \nMarble poster of a deft nightingale \nThe lasso held in the check suspense of an nonesuch \nAs a womanly bulge \nThen importunate through the sheets and a spine bent on(p) like admixture \nHe is sit in a room far with a inclination of an orbit \nHe is sitting by her ticklish jawline \nThe mossy bandage among the moo ns phantoms, crying into the all lake