Something Greek

R1

You will be my boy: otherwise
I've known your blue eyes
Too long that sing like guitars,
Your neck that tunes and strings
Down a floating base to detach
And ripple like a keyed mirage,
Only to swell with a single, secret
Note that stretches out through the sea
Of dreams that swirl around you like
A peninsula by the running tide,
Or a cliff under the flying stars.

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You will be my boy; otherwise I've known your blue eyes
Too long that sing like guitars, your neck that tunes and strings
To a floating base detached and rippling like a keyed
Mirage, only to sprout once again into a single, secret note
That stretches into the sea of dreams that swirl around you
Like a peninsula into the running tide or a cliff into the flying stars.