O. 02

I still feel
how my skin
is spilling under your fingers
while is giving itself to you
thirsty of the rain that soaks
the valley broken
under the rays of the
high summer sun

I still hear
the sweetness of your words
by whom you are caressing me
in the early morning while touching
my dreamy hands
looking in them for your nectar

I still shimmer
somewhere inside
awaiting for your coming
and for that peaceful merging with you
full of storm


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