Here in this
urgent darkness
just the beating
of our hearts
a kind of
emotional Morse Code
kisses
instead of words
caresses
instead of sight
mouth kissing mouth
The storm
outside
mimicking
the storm
inside us
our love making
copying
the rhythm of the rain
the rhythm of the rain
copying
our love
making.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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