A woman, a man

August morning,
rain in the impression.
A point of blue,
before Coltrane bounces in.

Heart wood, in a dream.
Her echo, such a soft surface.
Drinking from deep water,
whilst stealing love.

I play the Yang-Qin,
amongst sleeping sibia.
Vows jump and sunlight spits.
A new fragrance, and password in.

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