LATE NIGHT CALLS
the blue dream, sleepless emotion
waits for stranger love, the
door knocking goes
from slower to
deeper,
infatuated moments fill the fragrance of
nocturnal bloom, the cactus or
mesua ferrea, I don't know,
whole the night aroma
drops into dank of
dew, your lips
moves
on the chest, creates the marsh, later
pink night lilies open the drowsy
petals, the passionate breath
gradually melts the thin
layer of icy hesitation,
in the winter night
nearish to body
and soul,
your presence makes the realism of
illusive life - - -
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