i
He used his index finger
to mould the contours
of her ivory skin
so she became a delicate
cocoon around him.
ii
Yesterday, the sun shone;
even trees seemed happy
waving on migrating birds.
She mimicked the trees,
and he tickled her.
iii
From a distance
a real red rose could
dance as well as his Love,
but, he knew the dreams
of his Love's willowy stem,
(even if she didn't.)




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