There is a leak in my mind.
A tare in time.
Love oozes and fills,
Puddles sublime.
Float fronds of memories,
On them shine dew drops,
Of my identity clocks.
The water spiders dart,
Stones are thrown,
Ripples dance.
The mind is on the equator,
On the noon of ecstasy it rains and thunders,
Love is no longer a leak,
It's a flood, naked, nude, raging river to leap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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