Tuesday.
Sounds
of butterflies
Grew
and became deafening.
The
fluttering wings
Brought
home a paradise
Of
desire, spontaneous fire,
Some
enchanted feeling of higher.
Come
into swiftness,
Beneath
restraint to undress,
The
love you would impress.
Holding
a heart so fragile,
Yet
seeing your body agile,
I
luxuriated in your eyes awhile...
'I'
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