I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival...

Mis alas,
escuches...

He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...

It's like I'm drifting,
you don't even pass me by...

Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

Sensational.
Raindrops are braided among our thighs...

I knew you first as a whisper
among brisk, unsettled air...

Somehow I wish for you to meet me
in all the places I visit unplanned...

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Somehow we were on fire...

I need to know
Anything...

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How does one measure the distance to moon's...

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Closed light...