Thursday, April 10, 2014

Lover

your exuberance falls on me like rain
I am a flower in the desert
drinking my fill

your hands open me like a fruit
even the sight of them
ripens my flesh

your palace rises like the sun
all its bold treasures
quicken my heart
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