it has not rained
for a week
and nights are
humid
the women are
using fans
and see through
dresses
that early morning
the rain arrives
in grandeur
taking glory of its
opulence
the trees are drinking
and the grasses
are taking so much
pleasure
it is like the sky
and earth
making love exchanging
pleasures
of their variations
i have seen their
mutual pleasures and
i think i am hearing
their moans
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