Sun streaked lids dreaming
Facade flushed with dew
Kisses salty tasting
A nectar unique to you.
Stillness, not a sound befalls
Synchronized symmetry
Only hypnotic rise and fall,
Ensuing actuality
Ascending perfect harmony.
Molded form entwining,
Cooling fingers trace
Heat rising, depleting
Dreams descending, erased.
Lashes flutter, sighing
Stillness falters, dying
Slumberless birds sing
Awakening soft yearning
Come sei bella...Ti amo


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