I make a mirror
of you
and you see me
naked
i am beautiful
in the dusk
as beautiful as
you in the
dark
sooner we become
dogs
in love with our
tails
we spin around
the corners of our
dreams
i follow you and then
i hold you
my tongue is yours
my hands too
later we shall feel
how dams break out
how waters escape
how pools of water
become rivers
how swamps become
flooded waters
this is the journey of
two wooden boats
without rudders
without sails
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