The vine winding at wall top
Dangled serenely the yearning
Hundred leaves of vine look afar of the night sky
Thousands stars
The dewdrops dripping the tears
Instantly from apex of a leaf
The vine interweaved the karma of sun, moon, starlight, night dew,
birds singing and humming of insects
Speeding in shed over the window by lingering seconds
Peeping the bathing you
Visiting the sleeping you
Stretching the vine toward the bed top
Creeping to the pillow to instigate the black hair
Touching your face gently
Winding your tender neck
Winding your white shoulders
Winding your sensitive breasts
Winding your soft waist
Winding through the full buttocks
Winding to the delta estuary
Beguiled into a fathomless dream
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