In a second life;
If I get in another  time
     I will adore you
in me and in you
     With lights and shades;
    in   colours and odours
woman made of flesh,
     soft as the soft flower  petals
     let me to nest in your breast;
and  the scream
     of my poetree growing in you
Oh... my woman chiseled in breeze.
your exquisite fingers
sweetly intertwined
in the pocket of my heart ?
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By
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com