The humid night peals my body
of frenzied kisses, like thunderbolts
in my heroic epic. divided
only by dreams, dreams of all
that experience denied us, dreams
in forward-time, in backward-time
Desire grows in both directions.
My dreams have less soul, you
have more freedom
like memories
of ocher pride
A typhoon arrives,
your here and there
veined porcelain body
in fear of an external wave
anchors itself in my arms,
like an eternal fish hooked
by my distant rapid heartbeat
of earthly karma
you love me again
I fall to the floor
I am laughing
Awakening I kiss the
dry honied hairs
on your closed roses
forehead.
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