this morning
i watch the sun rise
between
your breasts
this morning i shall
watch sunset
between your thighs
i shall sleep
on your valley
i shall whisper
my songs of love in your ears
there will be a choir
of moans
and then the perfect silence
resides
in the chambers of
our exhausted bodies and souls
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