If anyday love
is worldly expressed
mine shall ever you
tail, my fantasy mistress.
Cyclone
in the world potrays
but you aren't here;
in your absence
this heart feels restless.
This sear of desert
is rain bereft
till the quiff of
head meets your
radiant chest.
I pray and crave
the hope of crest:
our breaths are
one in rest.
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