her body against the dim light
of the lampshade
shaped by the rays of
the dimming light of the room
she is tired and sleeps her face facing
the red linen
her spine is a boat in the sea
her buttocks the round hills ashore
her hair is the bouquet of flowers
her legs are paths
and rivers
her silence is the loveliness of the night
unequaled by the sweetness of the sound
of desire meeting love
the suspense is on the waiting of the knock
tonight love like a river seeks the sea of
fulfillment
soon, the male moon
soon the stars and the masculine winds.
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