in the moment when we meet
inside each other
like waves colliding
with loud sounds of spumante caps
we tremble the ecstasies of this night
hands held tight above heads
soft tongues speak words
of our private language
and you touch the deepest part of my being
and I caress the lines of your edges
inside each other
there is no inner or outer space
when our waters flow
lines and edges disappear
skins, scents and sounds
blended in sweltry rhythms
to recreate the sum of one and one
where one is the only possible result



























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