would a storm create a whole naked body?
yours say in the drifting and diluting of its summer
as you spend with me moi our desire s around the river of your sex , secret lover?
your hair is a rain falling around my hands
the hands are doors knocking at your feet.
every fist has been a prayer.
not to forgot your there .
you are there.
over there. here. close. inside and out.
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a mouth to yours, mine ~ .
but none with you ~
it's good mon ami
it's bon ma chere
pardon les soirs
nuages des larmes
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