Wheat Ears-Selected Poems

Posted: 28/11/2022 by vequinox in Literature

Transcendence

Your half opened lips

pair of nightingales

building their nest

your words

heavenly songs that

play with the breeze

your half opened lips

warm and fiery

red and alluring

words that fly close and faraway

to reach my soul like

two birds which sing

of the infinity, contour shaped,

obscure and vague circle

forever indeterminable

and this the command

and this the obedience

and this the orgasm

and this the Eros

You

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