Her mind was stark naked
transparent like an azure horizon
casting a prism of tincture,
a tinge of turquoise,
a shade of pewter
and scattered tone of crimson hue

And her eyes a deep blue ocean
holding many possibilities,
mystical like a hazy occult
in its illusionistic abyss
tempting to be deciphered
the uncalled coded rules

And I, like a lost soul
chasing a specter
waiting for my resurrection
by drowning into her devilish ravine

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