the breeze glides lightly
the wines caress your face
etched on the rocks
.
thirtysix buds bloom
around and below your navel
and the valley down
.
my fingertips wisper
sweet nothings
to yesterday's goosepimples
.
the lips move up and around
tracing the sound of waterfall
trapped in the cave
under your breast
.
the nip's in the air
and dampness and sweet smell
of earth after the first rain
and its wetness.
.
and
caged in the mind
the heart flutters
in anticipation of release
!
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such trappings,
ignited in a collision
that whiff
of sweat and lemon
stick in breathless anticipation
how forlong...
...must I travel
in this abyss
of furtive longing
some creaky sound of a car
guests shreek in joy
in the neighbourbood
where conversations multiply
in orderly nothingness
do i see you
trembling in the mist
as departed roads
rumble at dawn
when yesterday's undoings
crack the ceiling in my room
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