Stars, whiffs of white clouds
Canvass of the night sky
Brushed with the evening's scent
Flowers blooming in your lips
As you reach out to touch mine
Do not go, my sweetest love
And leave me alone to the night
Do not forget, my dearest love
This south wind on your skin
Moonstone and Diamonds,
gentle bite marks, lock them all
On nights when you are weary
And tired of small talk, open,
open this bundle of our sweet talk
Magic, pranks, play on words
atoms, sex, dissolution of the worlds
Fishes with pelvic bones, holograms
Of reality, nightmares and dreamscapes
And things that keep you awake
Oh all those things that keep you awake
Bundle them up in our sweet talk
And read them to me, when you are gone
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