The sky's bleaching paste is used up,
Skin swooped by Melanocytes
Dilatorily dropping out of sight
Into the deficiency of light,
Am still anticipating at the foyer
When come you my seed's mother
The ducks are back to their nest
The pigs are back to their pen
I giraffe my neck my eyes agape
The cows are back to their býres
The dogs are back to their kennels
When come you my missing dame
How single you left me
In a space crowded with me
To clinching the pillow of lovelorn
My heart is ceded to forlorn
Yet uplifted by the will of hope
But how long this pain I cope?
How long may I be coiled
In a shell raided by your vacancy
A sterile soil
My thoughts daily toil
Yet I yield my self to this servitude
'til you come take me out of solitude
My wings are drenched with tears
Sewed into an iced shirt
To clothe my nakedness it dares
When come you my Eve?
It's another day you called me Eros
But where is my fellow?
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