All Sorts, Lies of a Kind

II Estranged A daimon, and the rising sun, blast upon the liquid surface, while a woman is all mouth and seawards, her sting is heaven-sent, and then, the sun dies - it’s sharpening softness - its surface is turned to crust; solemnly, feelings escalate, again there’s thirst, and how she finds him - in close orbit to Earth’s mother - the moonman, in the midst of darkness.