Gladly, surrendering,
     Stiff and still,
Lying, in this night of nights
Burning so proudly in my being,
     This righteous scald,
A firebird pecking, dismantling,
     Piecing into ecstasies and art
My cold, cold heart,
For you are here, near, tickling
Caressing    
     My unassuming hip...

          ...with your eyebrows.*

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I kiss you, and so, therefore, my self.
I kiss my forehead when I kiss you,
And free the butterflies up
From a bottle of a dream, that is a poem
Of love, when I kiss you,
If and when I kiss you, and in the process
To let you kiss yourself,
From kissing me tender for so long, for so sweet,
From the upper and the lower lip, from the upper
To the lower chest of mine, then yours,
Just to propagate them
As the secret kisses on your thighs, perfumed,
And do what our mouth does to the summer fruits,
While I kiss you to surrendering
Of self, of glory,
Of pride.*

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Without a coin,
Without even wishing,
The wealth of this well
Has been thrown back at me.
     Me.

          Because you love me.*

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Just like people,
A book without a spine
Are just sheets,
Just...sheets.

     Just like people...*

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I sail behind your tears, beyond your soul,
Believing there is love in there, somewhere,
Deep, and silent, in a sea...

          ...of sunken hearts.*

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A wood drifts,
A car,
The snow...
          ...drifts,

          Her heart...*

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